"Heard there was a near riot Saturday night.”
“Ayuh. Two fellas out in front of town hall. Standing around.”
Truth is, this time of year we can get excited about almost anything. Case in point, the robin in the holly bush. Thought it was a straggler, but no, I learned from readers of this blog, in particular, Judy Joy, that my fat robin and the others sighted around New Hampshire have indeed migrated south – from Canada. Our robins go south to Florida. Canadian robins come south to here.
Big excitement on our road. The state put up two new signs in front of the house. Each reads, BUMP. BUMP from the east, BUMP from the west. Speed limit: 45. So most cars come flying off the hill at about 60. By the time they see the BUMP sign, it’s too late. Kalunka! It’s kind of fun to see what parts fall off the vehicles. I save them and incorporate them into my stone walls or arrange them in my garden. Sculpture. Just call me Pikatso. Sometimes we get hubcaps, which, of course, make excellent bird baths and dog dishes.
Maine humor. Two or three summers back, the state of Maine was doing some massive road work on the main drag between Ellsworth and Bangor, the very road we take to get back to New Hampshire from our camp in Franklin (unless we want to take a short cut through Canada, which we don’t). The road was all torn up. Anything over 5 mph an hour and your head would bounce off the ceiling. The people in the cars coming toward us in the other lane looked like bobbleheads. After what seemed like 10 miles and an hour of driving, we sensed we were almost back to good road. Just before we hit tar and smooth going, some Maine jokester had posted another one of those big orange signs: BUMP.
The Moose sniffs spring in the air. It’s gonna be a BUMPy ride.
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