Some days, you need to push the chair back from your desk and walk outside.
Today was one of those glorious days on the Midcoast of Maine when we wanted to just keep walking when we got out there. Sparkling water, a cool but pleasant seabreeze, and a canopy of green where just a few weeks ago, there was a slight haze on the branches, but not much more.
The azaleas in the sheltered places are starting to bloom and the sunbursts of forsythia are giving way to apple blossoms.
“God’s in his heaven. All’s right with the world.” Browning was right.
Ah, there’s the point. Only a poet – or an escapee from the tyranny of the computer screen – could dare to offer one small benediction to Spring in New England. Browning himself, of course, was an escapee from London who chose a palazzo in Florence from which to gaze out on the Tuscan landscape.
We needed to escape from a variety of “tuggings on our sleeve.” And although we only opened for the season this past weekend, today was too irresistible to stay inside.
Such is the attraction of Spruce Point Inn, especially now, during the “secret season” when our world is new and fresh, looking forward to old friends and those we haven’t met yet, filling the Westport chairs on our lawn and turning the meter to “relax.”
Perhaps that is why Memorial Day seems such a talisman in Maine, marking a moment to stop and remember, at the same time you’re creating new “oceanside memories, made in Maine.”