Well hello there! It’s been a while, right? We got home from vacation a few days ago, but those 20+ hour travel days take a lot of a girl. I’ve been fighting a nasty cold since our last day in Maui, and trying to get caught up on schoolwork. Because… well… museum finances aren’t nearly as interesting as splashing around in the Pacific Ocean and summiting volcanoes. Back to the real world, I suppose. I hope you are well. ♥
It’s nice to be home. The trees welcomed us back in a blaze of fiery glory, and the air is crackling.
Here are a few photos from our trip. We’re already thinking about going back. How could we not?
You can click on the panorama shots to see them full-sized.
Haleakalā crater from 10,000 feet
We stayed at the Grand Wailea resort, which was a totally new experience (for me, anyway), but a fun one. Off season is definitely the time to go if you don’t really like crowds, and don’t mind construction noise and a few minor inconveniences here and there (our resort fee was waived). We’ve already decided that our next trip will be a little more low key, and will involve some beach camping and less expensive hotels. We discovered that there were so many more things we wanted to do; five days just wasn’t enough time to take everything in.
A couple places of note:
North Berwick is home to a nicely maintained (by volunteers) series of trails along the Neoutaquet River. It’s a peaceful spot, open to the public year round. It’s a short walk from the house, so I ventured out this last weekend.
I think this bee was molting, so I left it to do its thing.
I’m still slowly discovering this area’s treasures, of which I suspect there are many. Despite having lived just over the state line in New Hampshire for four years, I never really thought much of Dover as a permanent home. It’s a fine little city, but I never really grew attached to it, or felt invested in the community. I feel a little different here, a little more firmly rooted.
This was pre-bath McCoy (so dusty!). I think he knew something was up. Post-bath McCoy is not talking to me, despite being provided with top notch organic lettuce.
The first plant (a Nephthytis, aka Arrowhead Plant) was rescued when somebody donated it at work a couple months ago. Yes, somebody donated a plant to a thrift store. Don’t do that. I wasn’t sure how to go about saving it. Normally a good soak and some time in the sun does wonders, but this particular friend is of the low light, medium water variety. I waited and fretted and watered gently, and then waited some more. Its twin is not recovering quite as quickly, unfortunately, but I have my fingers crossed.
My succulents are looking leggy, I know. I’m waiting until I move to do something about that. I’ve been researching propagating a bit. I’m hoping to give it a go.
I tend to set my “goals” for the year on my birthday rather than on the first of January, but I would like to play along. Auld lang syne and whatnot. In 2013, I waded gingerly outside my comfort zone. This year, I go all in, up to my neck, with waves hopefully no higher than four feet.
In 2014, I will be turning thirty.
I will eat good food.
I will read more books.
I will be open;
I will allow myself to heal.
I will spend time in the sun.
I will make art.
I will be brave.
There are no numbers, here, only fluid forward motion. 2013 involved many stops and starts. This year, I will follow through.
* As a short human, four foot waves are actually sort of scary.
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here. Follow along elsewhere, or get in touch: