So last weekend was kind of an emotional roller-coaster ride. I’ll get to food in a bit, I promise, but as the column head states, this is about life too. And Manhattans, of course.

The Sheepscot River begins at the joining of the West Branch and the Turner Branch of the Sheepscot River in Whitefield. The West Branch of the Sheepscot River begins in the southern part of the town of Albion in a swampy area. It flows south through the towns of Palermo, China, and Windsor. Its passes through Branch Pond on the border of Kennebec and Waldo counties. It joins with the Turner Branch in Whitefield. On its 21-mile length, it falls 280 feet in altitude.

Boy! What a read! Thank you to everyone who helped make the 2018 Community Read an amazing experience, and a great fundraiser for Skidompha Library.

Unless you’re allergic to some seafoods, I can’t imagine smelling fresh fried clams, or haddock, or scallops, or my old favorite – Maine shrimp – and not giving in to temptation.

This past week we had beautiful cool evenings, which was perfect sleeping weather for the second week of July. It also made ideal working weather to work in our flower and vegetable garden. Everything is in full bloom and growing very well.

My birthday was July 22.

I did a lot of tossing and turning the night before, not in anticipation, but in disbelief at the number of birthdays I’ve had. Ugh. Not that I’m complaining. Well, I kind of am. And I’m not going to tell you how many that’s been. After a certain age, we reserve the right to keep our age a secret, or lie.