One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.”
Henry David Thoreau
This week Sheri has asked us to focus on the stuff memories are made of, especially the easy carefree days of summer. Coincidentally my husband and I just finished a lovely visit to Maine. creating some new memories for ourselves. Here then, a few highlights of our trip.
“Summer night – even the stars are whispering to each other.”
Maine is famous for its lobster, and we had plenty of it. Lobster boats and lobster traps are everywhere, and all of the restaurants have found creative ways to serve it. We had steamed lobster, lobster stew, lobster tacos, lobster rolls, lobster salad – one more delicious than the next
“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon – to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
Of course, before they get to our plates, there’s plenty of work that take place on the waters and on the docks. I had a ball wandering along with my camera shooting to my heart’s content!
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
There were things I didn’t quite understand, like the photo below for example. Anybody out there know what this is, or what it’s used for??
“it’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine … it’s summertime!”
Of course, if you want lobster, ya gotta have boats. And we saw plenty of those as well. For example, hanging boats:
“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”
George R.R. Martin
Boats at daybreak (what unearthly hour did they get up if they’re out that far by dawn???)
And the ever-popular sailboats avoiding Maine’s rocky shores.
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing flowers in our hair.”
Susan Polis Schulz
Speaking of rocky shores, Maine is famous for its many lighthouses (like the Goat Island lighthouse in today’s header), needed to protect sailors of old from it’s rocky coastline.
“Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.”
C. Day Lewis
And finally, the coastline they were being protected from:
“To see the summer sky is poetry.”
So when winter’s winds blow, we’ll have fond memories of Maine’s lovely summer breezes to return to. How about you? Where will you find warmth when winter sets in?
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