Without further ado please let me introduce, Dorcas Lane...I have become such a fan of the PBS program Lark Rise to Candleford, it only made sense to name the girls after favorite characters. Dorcas Lane... 
Ruby...
Minnie...
and Mabeline...named after mascara, not a character from Lark Rise to Candleford, I mean just look at those pretty little eyes...
Four sweet little chicks...there is music in the air... a song in my heart...and four days and counting till I can rock a baby in my arms..
a package, travelling all the way from Bakersfield, California...
a smile soon spread across my face, dear Kim of My Field Of Dreams, gifted me with this wonderful box of goodies...
A few posts ago, Kim had displayed on her blog pin cushions that she had lovingly created. Numerous blogging friends soon suggested she open an Etsy store; I agreed and asked If I could have the privilege of being her first paying customer...
In the box, wrapped ever so sweetly, was the little blue pin cushion adorned with a heart button and tiny strawberry, a Yankee candle, Kim's fragrant homemade soap, and sunflower seeds gathered from Kim's Field Of Dreams...as most of you know Kim grows the most amazing sunflowers...
I so loved my box of goodies...
and I am thankful for having such a friend as Kim...~Hugs from Maine~ Julie.
however, the one constant in a child's life that will never change is love...whether it be one's parents or grandparents the love you feel for a child or grandchild never wavers, it remains constant, no matter their age...
Little boys don't take baths, they just dust off.~Unknown.
I could feel it beginning...the dreaded migraine...nothing can interrupt life like a migraine...it had been a year since my last migraine attack...severe enough that my neurologist put me on a ten day cycle of steroids...thankfully that worked...since then however... my neurologist has closed his practice to teach at Dartmouth Hitchcock, the headache specialist has left her medical group...my primary care physician informed me I do have the option of returning to the original neurologist I saw when this nightmare began...my reply "why in the world would I choose to return to a specialist who falls asleep while taking a patients medical history?" This morning...I popped a pill, pulled the covers over my head and spent the day in bed...thankfully this evening the migraine is subsiding...the hunt for a new neurologist is on...that in itself can cause a migraine..what is a girl to do...Botox anyone?
With the help of Sharon Lovejoy this granny shall be prepared. Sharon is the author of many wonderful books, my two personal favorites: Toad Cottage & Shootings Stars...
and Sunflower Houses...both books are simply delightful and are filled with ideas geared toward children and their grownups...you will find instructions on faerie houses, firefly lanterns, worm hotels and mud pies...and speaking of mud, I bought the baby his first pair of puddle boots...jumping in puddles is serious business you know...
while also perfect for adventures in the garden...whether it be planting seeds, digging for worms, burying a time capsule, growing a bean tee pee or a sunflower house...puddle boots come in very handy...
Oh, how wonderful this new adventure of being a granny is going to be...now, if only his parent's would decide on a name, I cannot keep referring to him as Leroy. Also grandmotherly advice is always welcomed!
The rain is a welcome sight... there is an arsonist in our town. Five homes, thankfully uninhabited, have fallen victim. It is a very unsettling feeling, extra vigilance and precautions are being taken, I have come to the conclusion if this scenario can happen in this small college town it can happen anywhere...a reward has been offered... 
Spring days flying by...there is much to do...however, Winslow Homer and I are taking the time to smell the roses, I mean... daffodils...
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the Spring and stay that way later in the Fall. ~Nadine Stair~
the cold ocean water lapped at our toes...
and so it begins...
summer fare...the return of freshly caught lobster...
and my husband...content...with a belly full of clams...
these are the days we have been waiting for...
newly plowed earth is the scent of spring...
and yes the long awaited moment has finally arrived...time to plant the peas! The weather is warm, the bugs have arrived, Winslow Homer would like to inform you the ticks are here too...The lawn was mowed, the garden and hen yard tilled, it was a very productive weekend...
This morning I applied sunscreen...
this evening, Spring Chicken Muscle Rub, thanks mom...I have a feeling this soon to be granny is going to need a bit more of this product!
That truth be told there is a bit of unrest in the coop...okay chaos...Ramon...with his randy attitude and good looks has thrown a wrench into daily coop dynamics...Lulu Belle... as a senior lady feels she has earned the right to a little peace and quiet...
Loretta...a feisty little gal...can chest bump with the best of the good ole boys...
Gwendolyn...would prefer that her feathers not get ruffled...
Phoebe who is just plain nasty...could care less what happens in the coop...an attitude adjustment would do this gal a world of good...
Don Juan is pleased that his son inheritated his good looks...however...let it be known that he is the "king pin" in this coop...
You see my gal Gladys... who understands me so well...she knows the true reason I had a spring to my step this morning...she knows that this time of year... it happens...even when I assure her it will not....Gladys you know you're my best gal..well...it is true I've gone and ordered more chicks...CHICKS my one true weakness...and that's the truth.... 
I am to become a first time granny...a precious little boy will be entering our lives...DH and I are "over the moon" with joy and happiness. A new generation is beginning, this little red wagon will soon travel down the old dirt driveway... over fields...and woods... just as it did many years ago. Life is good...
I lied on my Weight Watchers list. I put down that I had three eggs...but they were Cadbury chocolate eggs. ~Caroline Rhea~ Oh, how I can relate!...how about you?
Easter fills us with hope and warmth, it is a time to gather with family and friends. A time to recall memories from long ago. A new Easter dress, white patten leather shoes, cotton white gloves and a pink bow neatly tied in golden hair... 
A handful of chocolate eggs tucked safely in the pocket of a wool purple coat...
A chilly morning walk along an old dirt road....an island church brightly adorned with lilies, tulips and daises all brought in memory of loved ones who have gone on before us...
a mother's hand, a child size plant, skinned knees...jellybeans... a new stuffed animal...a younger brother eating my chocolate rabbit...
grandparents, newly arrived off the ten o'clock boat...a mother now adorned in her apron...wonderful aromas fill this old Island home...a home filled with love and happiness....
memories...tucked safely in my heart...
