Gorgeous October!  The leaves are changing quickly, the daylight hours are shorter and the wind picks up the fallen leaves just to see them float back to earth again.  For the first time this season, I had to turn the furnace on this morning to take the chill out of the house.

I figure it's high time I learn how to make bread from scratch......so tonight, I hope to have nice, warm bread to serve with our American chop, or what our family calls goulash.  I'll let you all know how it turns out.

Tomorrow starts Steve's vacation.  This is our yearly anniversary time when we take day trips.  We are hoping to go down to Plimouth Plantation this year.  It's hard to believe that fourteen years have passed since our wedding day!  Anyway, after next week, it's hibernation for us for the rest of fall and winter.  We spent a lot of money on the house renevations and the new shed this year, so it's time to snuggle in and put some of that money back into our savings.

So, off I go to make some bread.......

A Sunday drive through the small towns and hamlets of coastal Maine is what we did yesterday.  We followed the coastal route 1 through Kittery, to Ogunquit, to Portland where we stopped for dinner before taking the highway back home from Old Orchard Beach.  The salty brine scent of the marshes as the tide came in was a comforting sign that I was where I wanted to be.  In my opinion, there is no greater place on this earth than that of the rocky coastline of Maine.

My uncle Morris once said that the only place you could find dragons and mermaids were in Kennibunkport.  As you drive through the saturated mist along the shore, you can feel the magic that leads one to believe these legends of old are indeed true and you search with your heart to find these mystical creatures if only to return to childhood for just a short time.

The small, quaint, towns with beautiful gingerbread trim and candlelights in the window, stand out along the winding turns of the road to becken one to stop and browse the intersting antique shops and boutiques.  Each one is an adventure in itself that you will remember for the rest of your life.  Should you make a purchase in one of these shops, it will call out to you time and time again to return and relive the adventure once more.

So, now, here I am back home not so many miles away in New Hampshire where I will spend today cleaning our home while thinking on tomorrow when Steve and I will return to Portland, Me. to take a dear friend of ours to lunch.  As this week is a vacation week for us, I know my most memorable day is less than twenty-four hours away.