Finally. It's been one of those hot, humid summers upcountry, but now, at long last, the temps at night are falling back where they should and the one thing that inspired me to get to work this morning and create this long overdue piece of literary flotsam was the breeze that blew through the bedroom all night long last night. Low 50s, low humidity, and that breeze was like magic. In through the window overlooking the deck, out through the window overlooking the garden and the woods beyond. That breeze was just passing through, but man oh man what a night of sleep. The sheets were perfect, the dogs were quiet, no coyotes nor barred owls nor whatever the heck that thing is that squawks up high in the old oak tree, nor fire trucks nor motorcycles with little to no exhaust systems - it was quiet. At least, I think it was quiet. I slept so deep and sound that when Indie (That New Pup) woke me at 4:30 I had to check my head for bullet holes. For a brief moment there I worried that someone on the other side of the brook had taken a pot shot at a raccoon in their garden, but the bullet had strayed and given me the gift of uninterrupted sleep. Finding no holes, no GSR (for you CSI fans), and no splatter it hit me that I had just done something that seems to be more and more rare with each passing year - I'd slept through the night. Cause for celebration, if you ask me.
So, here we are at work this morning, Indie and me, and soon the college kids will be in here counting this and bagging that and taking pictures of the other and speaking in that weird language that only college kids can understand, but Indie will be asleep on the floor and that breeze - yes, it's still blowing. Not too hard, just hard enough to keep the air moving along. It's a glorious, sunny morning here in Maine. Wish you were here to feel it. As long as we're wishing I might as well also wish that you could be here one fine morning right around the end of January, just for comparison. There's a bit of a contrast.
The garden is exploding right now - here comes all the squash at one time, and cucumbers are crawling into the kitchen under their own power, desperate to avoid being heaved onto the compost pile. We're almost to that time of year when you don't want to ever leave the house unattended - if everyone's away at the same time then when you get back home there'll be zucchini on the porch, thanks to the neighbors. Darn it. We run a compost pile out back, and every year whatever that thing produces gets tilled into the garden to help push the corn up. We compost just about everything from the kitchen and some of the yard stuff and then there's the pet rabbit's contribution, but apparently this last winter the compost pile never reached peak temperature, as now we've got hundreds of tomato, pepper, tomatillo, eggplant, and unidentifiable plants growing all over the place. It looks like we planted with a shotgun this year, instead of in nice, laid out rows. Another week or two and it'll be all hands on deck to get the red tomatoes into the kitchen so Miss Mandy can work her magic on them. That sauce she makes gives you the very will to live in mid-winter up this way.
Get uptacamp much this summer? That's a popular question here lately. We've managed to get away to the shores of Brettuns Pond a few times, and have a few more trips planned before the leaves jump off the trees. I'm glad we weren't there last night, as with that breeze and all those windows in the cabin I'd have probably just died in my sleep out of sheer contentment, assuming contentment is an actual word. I'd have died happy, let's put it that way. It's nice to be at the pond; the boat's been up there swinging on the hook all summer (6 weeks now), and the one time we went up there just for a boat ride (after dark, to get out in the middle and bob around with the engine cut just to gawk at the stars) I left the gas can at home. Darn it. So we laid on our backs on the dock and it was almost as good. I don't know how many stars you've got in your piece of sky but we've got a gazillion of them hereabouts.
OK, so I'll stop with the whole 'it's nicer here than where you are' treatment and summarize by saying that weather like this sure makes us happy that we live where we live and that we raised our girls here and have this business that is continuing to grow at a frightening pace and that the lobsters taste especially sweet this year and maple syrup, well, I'd better stop right there. I hope your summer has been going well, and that you've found time to do the things you like to do come summertime. I also hope you painted the barn and cut the wood and split the wood and stacked the wood with just enough air space so it'll dry right and be ready to burn next month when there's frost on the pumpkin.
I guess since there's a big tuition payment due I should throw some sales talk at you, but you know the drill. Poke around the website, it's all posted on there. We lowered the price on our veg tan calf hides this past week - and we added almost 50 new items to the Clearance page. One of the best things about summer is having both of our girls home from school. Hayley has totally rebuilt the key room (for AntiqueKeys.Net) so that everything is organized - and let me tell you, this is much better than keeping keys in buckets, we've found. Hayster is an incredible organizer, so we sure had the right person to manage that project. Becca has spent her time taking pictures of each and every odd hide we had in the warehouse, and she put them all on a big database, so now Papa can just paste a few of them onto the Clearance page every so often to keep that page churning along. The other day when we added about 40 or 50 items in a jiffy I sent out a Facebook message to those who chose to 'like' us and we sold quite a few of those leathers right off the bat. Thanks, jolly customers, for that. Becca's list is numbered, and she went over 1000 last week sometime. There's a lot of leather in this joint.
Our Deal of the Week continues to grow in popularity, and we appreciate the time that you put into taking a look at that mess every Wednesday morning. You're really helping us clean up the storage building - keep up the good work.
Hey, there's that breeze again. Man, it's like paradise. But it's Maine; you knew that already. Have a great day and a fabulous weekend, wherever you are, and thanks for reading this drivel.
Brettuns Village Trunk Shop
Brettuns Village Leather
Hayster's key room while it was still a work in progress
The Becca's summer work - just a portion of it. You'll see each of these hides soon on our Clearance page.