Maine, sweet Maine.
We’re back from a glorious week on an island in Maine. Mornings of coffee and tea by the sea, afternoons walking on little trails and wandering in and out of shops, evenings cozy by the fire, reading and knitting, and chatting over homemade pizza topped with our own garden veg. What happy respite with the one I love in one of our favorite places.
We talked about writing projects present and future, swapped memories of coastal adventures from years past, dreamed of a future little cabin of our own, picked through our predictions for politics near and far, and of course, as always, how to balance our global work and passions with our roots and yearning for a home on some small land of our own.
This is our second year spending a week in Acadia, and again we came away assured that it offers us a perfect end to each summer. We turn off our computers and phones, revisit favorite paths and views, linger wherever we please and just reset and remember what we love and value most in our life together. Our days were breezy and joyful and simple, our nights quiet and sweet, and all of it so very much ours. Now we’re back trying to hold on to those precious reminders of what is most precious to us and how special just a few days away can be.