It was a beautiful, lovely, relaxing, joy-filled holiday.

We spent the week in a gorgeous old farmhouse surrounded by fields and wildflowers and blueberries. The location was perfect - just a half hour from Bar Harbor and the entrance to Acadia (where we played on the rocky shore nearly every day) and 20 minutes from Ellsworth (where we dined - and dined and dined - at Cleonice, browsed the wonderful 2nd-hand bookstore, and shopped at both my new favorite shoe shop and - much to the girls’ delight - at a wonderful toy shop).

We were also only about 40 minutes from the delightful town of Blue Hill where we spend several mornings on a previous trip up. This year though, we only made it once and that was for the very special treat of a trip to the Blue Hill Fair - the same fair made famous by Wilbur the pig. No Wilbur this year though — nor clever spiders come to think of it — but there were some other pretty impressive pigs, and sheep, cows, llamas, alpacas and goats. And of course LOTS of food (including, at last, sticky sweet cotton candy) and lots of rides. We liked the giant slide the best. The house of horrors - not so much…

Here’s a link to the photo album: