So, that was a full day. I am encouraged by Lorie at Glendarragh Farm, who very carefully explained that lavender likes full sun, sandy soil, and a little lime for flavor. Also, on my walk around the farm, I was able to observe for myself that bumblebees love them some lavender. I'm back to thinking planting lavender in the place where the pool used to be, which is still stoopidly sandy. However! I did not buy a lavender plant today. Today I bought: a couple lavender sachets (one of which has found its forever home in the car, a t-shirt (I know, but! purple), a dark chocolate lavender bar, lavender-peppermint soap, a bunch of dried lavender destined to be placed in a vase and put in Steve's office, lavender lip balm, and lavender hand balm.
. . . I think I was quite conservative, really.
I walked in the gardens, and visited the lavender drying shed, which I would like to live in for the rest of my life. I had several in-depth chats with ZuZu, who is one of those little white dogs that everyone adopts immediately they retire and decide to travel. We talked about cats, ZuZu and I -- that cats, yes, do sleep a lot, and that she was just about as big as Rookie -- and also the fact that I had been raised by dogs, and that, yes, it was very very interesting and exciting to meet new people. I spoke for myself and ZuZu's owner translated for her, because -- you know this, right? -- I am one of those people who will talk to a dog for twenty minutes and never directly speak to the dog's owner.
Onward!
From Appleton, then, to Lincolnville Beach, where the tide was out and people were doing beach things, and thence to Belfast, where two full-color posters of kittens greet the traveler coming into town from Route One from the South, announcing the availability of Maine! Coon! Kittens! No, I didn't stop, and because I am an uncharitable person, I take leave to doubt that anyone with Maine! Coon! Kittens! needs to advertise their availability via street-corner posters.
Stopped at Nautilus for lunch on the covered patio, as reported elsewhere. The haddock Reuben was very tasty, though I admit I had some doubts.
After lunch, I went up the hill to the co-op and did some shopping -- fresh onions, cherries, three kinds of salads (curried chicken, potato, and pasta pea), local cheese, a bottle of alcohol-free wine, which -- I will, as it happens, quite happily drink alcohol-free wine, but it costs the earth, comparatively -- a loaf of Borealis rye bread for the freezer, bar shampoo and moisturizer.
After shopping -- ice cream! Homemade strawberry from Wild Cow, which I carried back to the public landing and ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the bay.
Then, it was time to come home, which is where I am now, and where I will be staying, rather than drag my weary self to the library.
Things that were missing from my day.
1 Crowds of tourists. It is now after July 4th and I was on Route One. Frequently the only car on Route One. Belfast was a little thin of people for even a off-season Tuesday, never mind a fine July afternoon, and there were ... less boats than I had anticipated in the harbor. There was no line at the restaurant during the Prime Hour for lunch. More! There were parking spaces available at the public landing.
2 Seagulls. There were no seagulls at Belfast. None. I'm trying to remember if there were any at Ducktrap -- sorry, Lincolnville -- and that probably tells the tale right there.
Well. Maybe the Seagull Militia is forming up elsewhere. Maybe that's where the missing tourists are, too.
Rookie was waiting for me when I came in, and! There was a drinker at the front-garden hummingbird bar. Score!
And there we have my news.
What's yours?
Lavender!

...with bonus poppies
