In the 23 years we’ve been coming to Maine, this is the earliest we’ve arrived and what a difference. Snow is melted. Ice is gone from the harbor. Temperatures have risen to the 40’s. Spring, however, still seems weeks away.
In the yard trees are bare.
Gardens are brown with no hint of the color that is to come.
Their green leaves may have found their way through the cold ground, but tulip blooms are hidden inside.
That I can see, only one lone flower is bravely showing its color.
The dirt road where I walk is not yet open to traffic. Quite honestly, I wish that were the case all year as it is more peaceful to say nothing of being safer when there are no vehicles on a road heavily used by walkers and bikers.
Rocks where we have summer picnics and often crowded with painters capturing the beauty of the harbor are bare.
Here and there snow melt is rushing to the sea,
and for the first time I see the beginning of what will become bushy large leafed plants. I would never have guessed this lovely would be the source of their birth.
Returning from a walk I see our house through the woods, a sight that in a few weeks will disappear.
On the harbor, quiet occasionally is interrupted by a lobster boat returning from setting traps and for now paying no attention to the 5 MPH speed limit.
Docks float languidly waiting to be secured where property owners are lucky enough to have a pier.
In preparation for the more than 200 boats that will soon fill the harbor, the harbor master, a most capable female, locates the buoys that will secure the vessels.
As I sit looking out and thinking of and appreciating the differences I’m noting, look who stops by for a visit. Moments like this are just one of the many things that make life here so different than in Houston. Without the contrasts, I don’t know that my eyes would be so open in both places.
i so appreciate your visit and the comments you leave behind
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