Lucky girl that I am, half of my year is spent in Houston and half in Rockport, Maine. As you might guess, the two environments are very different. Houston is a big city with lots of people and traffic, terrific restaurants, great shopping, professional sports and incredible visual and performing arts.
Rockport, on the other hand, is a small village on Maine’s midcoast with some 3300 residents. Its history dates back to 1769 when it was first settled and in 1791 it was incorporated as Camden. In 1891, there was a split because of a dispute over building a new bridge over the harbor and Rockport, so named because of its rocky terrain, became a separate town.
Aldemere Farm, responsible for bringing the first Belted Galloway cattle into the U.S., is in Rockport. From that original herd, many others have spawned and the oreo cows, as they are called, can now be found in many parts of the country.
There is really no comparison between Houston and Rockport. Both are places I like to be, but I must confess that Rockport with its natural beauty and quieter lifestyle does more to make my heart sing. I have good friends here, but they do not replace the long term friends that are in Houston. Spring and fall I have to transition from one place to another and that requires a certain kind of energy that is sometimes difficult to call up. I love life in both places, and there’s no question I appreciate each more because of the time I’m not there.
Come along now and for the next few months join me for a taste of life in Maine.
i so appreciate your visit and the comments you leave behind