The hubby says when the temperature is three days above 90 in Houston, it’s time to go to Rockport, Maine, where we are lucky to spend several months. That happened very quickly after Memorial Day, and on a day the thermometer reached 98 in Houston we arrived in Rockport to a very chilly 49.
Whereas spring has come and gone in Houston, it’s barely begun in Maine. Trees are in early stages of leafing out, azaleas are in full bloom and yellow pine pollen covers every surface including the water. Neither the hubby nor the dog are happy about the pollen as both have allergic reactions.
What we’d like to do upon arriving is sit on the porch and thank our lucky stars for the privilege of being in this place we love. That didn’t happen this year as everything in the house was under a thin layer of sheetrock dust thanks to repairs and painting taken care of after a leak. I couldn’t even think about sitting or settling in until some order was restored.
The next couple of days were killers for the hubby and me. Once we got started cleaning, there was no stopping until everything was done. Along the way, we found this and that that needed repairing which added to the task at hand. Funny how things quit working when they are not used all the time.
Now all is done, but it’s a little cool to sit on the porch so we’ve opted for mornings before a fire. That’s not a bad option.
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