a memorial to the enormous bullfrog we found when clearing a pad for the foundation (bullfrog is still living, just relocated to the field...he ribbits pretty loud every now and again...)
and ended up here....
I began my Sunday morning swinging in this hammock drinking my coffee
turns out, Sunday was Farm Day in Maine...so we went to visit Andy's friend, Perry Elle, at Elle's Farm on our way to check out some tractors (clearly I was along for the ride).
if anyone knows what kind of flower this is, would love to know...it's blooming and beautiful in the garden-farm.
ohhh, and did I mention we started digging for the oven. 
think prep table!
I ended my day with a beer in the hammock with this view
and as I crossed the bridge to the island on my drive home Sunday night. For real.
and I started eating....
and eating....then, came to the strawberry patch and kept eating...
and eating. Then I went inside, started water to boil for coffee and grabbed a bowl to fill
the flowers were covered in morning dew..it was already 70 I was sure... warm enough to be wandering around barefoot in my pj's. 
the sun shining on the garden was unbelievable.....
and the bumbles were buzzing everywhere collecting pollen from the beautiful flowers scattered amongst all the edible plants...
So that morning, what else was there to do but make french toast, accompanied with some pretty divine coffee and had breakfast on the porch (well, almost, this sun is a bit too hot for my hot blooded man)... but it was just as good inside the timber-frame.
That night we returned to the same porch and the same field after a quick trip to Portland for a potluck with Andy's friends and watched our own organic fireworks show as what seemed to be thousands of fireflies blinked their little lights on and off amongst the trees and field. It was so quiet and so beautiful all lit up with the fireflies own natural rhythms. Once again, another magical weekend in Maine!
Breakfast with a friend this morn.... what a feast! Sitting in the sun with a perfect ocean breeze, this is how Ainslee and I began our morning after coffee #1 at the beach. It just doesn't seem possible sometimes. Good things in the works for the future which has encouraged me to settle into the cottage and make it more my own. More to come on that soon....welcome summer!
Good thing we had a fan and Andy... (who the gentleman in the back is I can't quite remember). As always it was like we had been together all along. We sat and chatted over coffee about the near future, just like old times. It went by all to fast, as usual but she is taking the trek up here next month with a great new addition Suze! 
With a sign out front to tell us:
oh... and lets not forget the peonies that are blooming:
Then off to Andy's family camp today to enjoy our day off... which has a view like this:
and peaks over rose bushes for that spectacular view:
oh and a little skipping of rocks (which, I might add...Andy is pretty amazing at...if there were a rock skipping competition today, he would have won). Good job Andy. Turns out the dog thought the rocks were a blast to chase and we actually had a moment of swimming (panicked as it may have been, all four paws were off the ground). 
The boys played so so hard, they both fell asleep in the car while driving home. (Yes, I took this while driving...but eyes were on the road, I promise.)
Finn and I mixed things up this weekend and went exploring new beaches on another island not too far away...sooooo fun.... clearly!
On Sunday, Andy and I motivated and drove the ten minutes down the road to go scrounge up some Back River Gin from Sweetgrass Farm Winery. I am really not much of a fan of gin, however, one night I was handed a glass of chilled Back River Gin and man... it was really quite amazing! Upon arrival I learned they made much more than gin... there were homemade bitters, wines, ports, apple brandy, vermouth, rum and pure vanilla extract. 
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