Who would have thought that vacation would mean coming to Maine? While the weather here is not nearly as warm as Southern Cal it the clear blue sky and sunshine is beautiful. After nearly a year in LA I am certain that cold weather is not for me, BUT I sure do love my big back yard in Maine. I look out the bedroom window and view my grassy yard and trees with envy. There are no big yards in LA, well none that an ordinary citizen could afford. Looking at the forest floor covered in leaves and visible after a long winter. There are no leaves or low brush blooming to hide the dead Pines, the tiny yellow dots (softballs hit for dogs of ages past still sitting in hidden spots, and the little baby pine trying desperately to reach for sunshine. None of these things will be visible in a month or two.
My grandchildren love our woods, they have fairy huts hidden at the base of many a tall Pine, they have little bridges made of broken branches and pieces of old tree trunks. They venture out and never want to return despite my pleas. I become insistent once my feet are cold and wet.
Today I sit and wonder how we come to the places we end up in. I yearn to plant a garden (with absolutely no real skill), I want to walk along the shores of Dead Duck beach (Great Bay) and I want to think of nothing important. Ah that is vacation huh? At 52 I think I am beginning to want more vacation and less hard work. Yup it is official Maine is the way life should be. I sure do miss it. But this is spring, summer is around the corner...and then.....
Happy Spring Maine!
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Happy Spring to you, too, Deb. Funny, we in Maine keep wondering why we aren't in LA :-)
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