Oh good Linda, you know Maine yourself. I think my favorite weeks are from late August through mid-September when the crowds are gone and there's that faint tinge of the approaching fall. I didn't mention County Fairs but I enjoy them too. When I was a child, I made a few trips to Moosehead Lake...that's really up and over. I doubt much has changed. IMHO, your husband's thinking about Maine in the winter is on point. I never had the desire to spend time then.
Frances, I so enjoyed you sharing your cottage days here. I have recently been reading a new cookbook by Andrea Buckett (The Essential Cottage Cookbook)and am "waxing nostalgic" about my own long ago cottage days on the north shore of Lake Superior. Blueberries, fish and brown bread. Yum.
I'd love to 'hear' more about your cottage days, Cate. And I'll check out the new cookbook. I love reading cookbooks even knowing I cook far less than I used to.
Oh this takes me back to some magical visits spent around Camden and on Monhegan. Then, we discovered the Northern Woods of New Hampshire and a tiny lodge called The Glen, where they made their own biscuits from scratch twice a day and breakfasts featured something called Prune Goo.
It is such a profound adjustment (and never for the better) when a much-loved locale changes, a house appears or a cherished old one is demolished.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Maria. I do know and agree with your observation on urban concrete and tarmac. Research has shown that even infants are wired for beauty. And who better than Nature to provide this for our souls.
I've been to Maine only once, I think, on a bicycling trip with my spouse more than 30 years ago. A couple of my friends spent two weeks every summer for many years on Matinicus Isle, substituting for the vacationing church pastor. They are in their mid-80s and no longer go there, but they speak of the beauty and joy of the place. Your photos are wonderful!
Hi, Elizabeth. Some of the terrain in Maine is pretty hilly (tho the views make up for it) and I admire you bicycling there back then. I don't recall even one time when I did. Matinicus Island is a beauty. Maybe one day you'll visit.
Thank you for the compliment re my photos. I might return to taking more...
The word Maine captured me as it is a place my husband and I have spent some vacations. We fell in love with Maine and dreamed of a life living there full time. NOT TO BE. Instead a vacation there from time to time would be our lot, and we'd chase memories of visits to Camden, Boothbay Harbour, Freeport, knitting shops, meals, churches, libraries, shopping, and people. We have never been there during the winter but that too feels attractive to me, but not to him. Your post today surfaced my inner dreamer and I yearn for our next visit to Maine.
Oh good Linda, you know Maine yourself. I think my favorite weeks are from late August through mid-September when the crowds are gone and there's that faint tinge of the approaching fall. I didn't mention County Fairs but I enjoy them too. When I was a child, I made a few trips to Moosehead Lake...that's really up and over. I doubt much has changed. IMHO, your husband's thinking about Maine in the winter is on point. I never had the desire to spend time then.
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Frances, I so enjoyed you sharing your cottage days here. I have recently been reading a new cookbook by Andrea Buckett (The Essential Cottage Cookbook)and am "waxing nostalgic" about my own long ago cottage days on the north shore of Lake Superior. Blueberries, fish and brown bread. Yum.
I'd love to 'hear' more about your cottage days, Cate. And I'll check out the new cookbook. I love reading cookbooks even knowing I cook far less than I used to.
Oh this takes me back to some magical visits spent around Camden and on Monhegan. Then, we discovered the Northern Woods of New Hampshire and a tiny lodge called The Glen, where they made their own biscuits from scratch twice a day and breakfasts featured something called Prune Goo.
It is such a profound adjustment (and never for the better) when a much-loved locale changes, a house appears or a cherished old one is demolished.
Thankyou Frances . How teeming with Life Maine is where the soul can expand and be nourished with all the other than human life
simply wonderful
here in south east london england in urban sprawl of concrete and
tarmac the soul contracts .
how important beauty is
Thank you for your lovely comment, Maria. I do know and agree with your observation on urban concrete and tarmac. Research has shown that even infants are wired for beauty. And who better than Nature to provide this for our souls.
Yes indeed Frances
I've been to Maine only once, I think, on a bicycling trip with my spouse more than 30 years ago. A couple of my friends spent two weeks every summer for many years on Matinicus Isle, substituting for the vacationing church pastor. They are in their mid-80s and no longer go there, but they speak of the beauty and joy of the place. Your photos are wonderful!
Hi, Elizabeth. Some of the terrain in Maine is pretty hilly (tho the views make up for it) and I admire you bicycling there back then. I don't recall even one time when I did. Matinicus Island is a beauty. Maybe one day you'll visit.
Thank you for the compliment re my photos. I might return to taking more...
x
The word Maine captured me as it is a place my husband and I have spent some vacations. We fell in love with Maine and dreamed of a life living there full time. NOT TO BE. Instead a vacation there from time to time would be our lot, and we'd chase memories of visits to Camden, Boothbay Harbour, Freeport, knitting shops, meals, churches, libraries, shopping, and people. We have never been there during the winter but that too feels attractive to me, but not to him. Your post today surfaced my inner dreamer and I yearn for our next visit to Maine.
In 1986 we went to Maine on our honeymoon and loved Camden so much we named our small company after it!
How lovely! A drive up Mount Battie to view the many boats in the harbor is a treat and never grows old.