So I woke up and rolled out of bed at 7:30am and followed the dog outside. Thinking I would let him do his business and head straight back to the comfy place I came from. However, I ended up wandering into the garden and came across the raspberry bush...well...bushes...
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!
Boy was this oven worked last night. 90 doughs (at least) were tossed, stretched, and rolled onto peels, slid into the oven and presented to the fantastic mass of people who attended last nights party. The beautiful rounds (well mostly round) of molten pizza were consumed faster than we could produced them while some pretty serious blue grass was happening over by the fire pit with banjo's, fiddles, guitars, drums, and beautiful voices. 
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