Machiasport, Maine, Day 12

The small green apples will hopefully grow as large a the mature Wolf River apple in my hand depicted in an oil painting I did after an October visit here. That's my great gramp on the ladder picking his apples years ago. The red squirrel antics went on all day, we have three. I found some early low bush blueberries in the cemetery and that's an old Machiasport postcard, we're the house on the hill below the church at the top of Trafton’s Hill.

For the Record,
This day came warmer than yesterday with a touch of humidity. It cooled off in the afternoon , rain tomorrow.

All hands happy