We were so lucky to spend two weeks in Maine with my family. It was such a delightful visit: lots of baby kissing (Eve is my parents first grandchild, so naturally they were ridiculously excited), lobster eating, seashore-ing, farming...did I mention lobster eating? (Apparently, there are two camps of Lobster Roll Eaters: the first swears by mayonnaise as dressing, the second by butter. I'd only eaten lobster rolls with mayonnaise until this past trip, but I think I'm now a firm member of the second camp. Butter and lobster it is.)
Early September is such a beautiful time to visit Maine--a month both bold and tremulous. Everything is just beginning to tumble into autumn, but those last bright shreds of summer still remain. The sky is bluer, the colours are brighter, the smells are richer than any other time of year. Oh Maine, I miss you already.
Early September is such a beautiful time to visit Maine--a month both bold and tremulous. Everything is just beginning to tumble into autumn, but those last bright shreds of summer still remain. The sky is bluer, the colours are brighter, the smells are richer than any other time of year. Oh Maine, I miss you already.
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| Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody--- Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood, Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!
-John Keats, On the Sea
1817
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