Maine-iacs

Earle and I spent a week in Maine visiting his parents, his three sisters, and their families. We spent time in Baileyville, Scarborough, Jonesport, and Bangor. It's been hard to pull ourselves back towards reality and away from "vacation mode". Here are some of the highlights of the week:


Shopping for handwoven woolen goods along the street in St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada

A statue along the shoreline in St. Andrews dedicated to those immigrants who died fleeing the potato famine in Ireland.

Our blueberry harvest in Jonesport. Four acres of low-bush wild Maine blueberries. Yum.

Lichen covered tree on the edge of the salt marsh. This fallen branch shows the many varieties of lichen covering the tree.

Tidal grasses of the salt marsh on the edge of our property.

The salt marsh is like therapy for the stressed soul. Now, all we need is a house there to come to...

Earle's mum gathering a bouquet of sea lavender.

Low tide on the shoreline of Mason's Bay. Our salt marsh empties into this bay. I have yet to see another soul on the beach when I have been there. Just me and the gulls and the boot tracks of an early riser who went home with a bucket of freshly dug clams. All the large rocks are completely covered at high tide.

What's summer in Maine without lobsters? Earle's dad tends the pot. He's a "lobsta cooka" from way back.

Let the feeding frenzy begin. Last one to the tail's a rotten egg.

Time to go back to New York. Do you think if I sneak Sienna Marie into my bags anyone would notice?