I was away in Maine for a week and it was so lovely and relaxing that I’m watching myself to see how I tense up and stopping it before it latches on. I want to hold onto a week of early morning kayaking, sailing, and in general messing about in boats.
This doesn’t mean I didn’t keep gardening in my head. My niece and I went to Maine Coastal Gardens, which were magical.
And the lighthouse on Burnt Island, which was across the bay from the Spruce Point Inn where we stayed, tantalized us. We went there twice, once on the Inn launch, the Bright Line, and once in kayaks. There was a garden there, with squash and cucumbers still coming on in spite of it being like fall, even according to the locals.
The beauty of the place was a bit like a drug—one I could use more of. I came back to a garden badly in need of harvesting, and hope I saved it from going to seed too early. But lucky for me, I had the sense to go before I went grocery shopping!