Today is my 350th post....can you imagine?

and I'm completely at a loss for some superb, pithy remarks. So I've sent you this tree. That's my shoe, out there in front, to give you some perspective on its size. Remember, my shoe is an enormous size 10. Can you imagine all that tree has witnessed? It sits next to a house built in 1883 which sits on the shore of the Saint Croix River in Calais. Today the view is lovely - soft green trees rolling down to the river's edge. Trails and red beaches. When the house was built, though, it was surrounded by quarries and factories that sold the stunning red granite of the area (it puts that pale pink Acadian granite to shame for depth of color.)
When you look at the history that must have surrounded and unfolded around that tree, it really puts my pitiful blog to shame, doesn't it? Not to mention that my shoe isn't looking all that hot either.

But, it is the 350th anniversary of me getting mouthy, so I'll offer this....

Before the sun had even cracked the dawn, I was awakened at 4 a.m. by a dog - not mine, one that I'm dog-sitting for someone else = Duke, a fat, tongue-lolling, black pug with a MASSIVE underbite - who was apparently spooked by some passing deer.

When the visiting dog barked, I jumped out of my sleep, scaring the hell out of my dog, who jumped off my bed, landed in her dish of water and began barking at the visiting dog.

Duke, apparently a bit disorientated by it all, ran headlong into the wall.

My dog sat down and just looked at him.

Of course, we were all having breakfast by 4:30 a.m. and now I'm ready for a nap. I hope the mutts are too. Out under that tree would be a fine place for a snooze...