When you first enter Maine you will see the sign at the top of the page, Maine, the way life should be.
Our license plates say vacationland. Obviously we're not on vacation all the time, but I have to say Maine is a great state to live in.
I wasn't always so enamored with this state that I was born and brought up in, I hated winter, we had a ton of snow, it seemed very deep, but then again I was a kid and much shorter.
Maine has grown on me. I love the smell of the ocean in the air and the cry of the loon and seagull. There is nothing quite as soothing as the sound of the ocean waves rolling in and hitting the shore. There's nothing quite as beautiful as the spruce trees hugging the shoreline, rising in their green majesty towards the cerulean blue sky.
I have always lived in Maine except for a short time I lived in Brooklyn, New York. I love New York City, but my heart belongs to Maine.
My favorite time of year is right over the horizon, autumn. Our leaves will change to gold, yellow, red and orange. The nights will be cool, the days will be warm. The wood smoke will curl upward out of the chimneys and the air will be filled with the scent of ripening apples in the orchards. Farm stands will boast big orange pumpkins to be carved for Halloween and later cooked in pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. Lobster traps will be pulled for the season and wood will be stacked for the winter.
Next week the fair starts, everybody will be displaying their handmade crafts, rugs and quilts to name a few. The produce from people's gardens will be on display. I will post pictures next week from the farm museum and the exhibition hall.
Peace out. [][]__
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