My favorite memories of this trip is the sounds that were all around us. The constant sound of the movement of water. The songs of the birds, the wood thrush, phoebes, and the loons. Some of our MA migrating warblers, were now parents and enjoying the wilds of Maine. The rains came and out came our books and picture puzzles. We cooked almost all of our meals, and ate listening to BBC radio.
No computers, no cell phone reception and no technology.
We went to bed early and work up even earlier. We both enjoyed the oddity of sleeping in twin beds across the room.
We sat out on the deck when at long last, the sun paid us a visit. We explored small towns of Maine, island homes, craft schools, local artists homes/shops, and farmer's markets.
We laughed, played and enjoyed each others company.
I no longer think that I am a young person. Neither my thoughts, clothes, or body have any thing in common with a younger person. I do not regret growing older. But for years, I have been in denial of who I was becoming. Some would say as I aged, I grow more and more like a crazy old lady.
So be it. It is an occupation that suits me very well.
So when I turned 66, I was given the biggest and best birthday card of my lifetime. It was too large to bring home. But, I am still laughing about that card and how silly a spouse of 27 years can become; when he is relaxed, unstressed and in vacation mode.
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| View looking out an artist's studio onto the wide open blueberry fields. |
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| After resting on my left shoulder for 20 minutes, this dragon fly cools off on the side of our cottage. |
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| Best cherries in the world, ok life in Main is like a bowl of cherries. There I said it. |
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| Old fishing lodge cabin door with reflections of the the pond. |
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