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It’s that time of year when boating is all but over. Pipe Dreams is put away for the season leaving only the kayak for a last outing. No matter how many times I paddle Rockport Harbor it’s always different. This time I want to take it all in as what I see will be stored in my head as memories for winter.
The tide is low which fully exposes the seaweed attached to the rocks. Its texture reminds me of a witch’s hair, appropriate, I guess, as it’s that time of year.
Until I spotted some movement, I completely missed the ducks marching across the rocks. What a perfect blend!
Sailboats line the mouth of the harbor waiting their turn to be hauled out and stored until next season. All of these boats are familiar as they’ve passed by my windows many times during the summer.
The schooner Heron is heading out to Penobscot Bay with a full load of passengers. She, too, will soon be gone as she goes south for the winter.
All the lobster boats are in for the day.
The last one has just unloaded its haul and the truck is ready to pull away with its bounty. Boy, I’ll miss that easy access to lobster!
Now on the other side of the harbor it makes me smile to see people enjoying a beautiful afternoon. With cold weather coming, folks take advantage of every opportunity to be outside beneath a warm sun.
Passing this boat reminds me of fun summer dinners and afternoon of mahjong. Talk about a great place to have people gather!
I’m not the only one out taking advantage of sunshine and blue sky. There are other kayakers,
a paddle boarder braving the cooling water
and someone capturing her own images of this beautiful place.
As I turn and head home, I pass a loon which is a most unusual sight on the harbor as loons tend to be more common around fresh water. I wonder if this evening we will hear its mournful calls or if it will have found its way back to more familiar environs.
I see home drawing near, and I think one more time how lucky I am to spend time in this wonderful place. I am happy to have you share it with me.
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Each year during the holidays we return to Maine for a taste of winter. A few days is generally enough to tell us we are happy not to have to endure more. There is something good to be said about winter in Houston.
The schooners that sail Penobscot Bay all summer were bound in shrink wrap to protect them from winter weather.
Some brave soul had braved the cold long enough to shimmy up the mast to top it with a tree.
The schooner was not the only thing to sport a tree. So did the fuel dock at Rockport Marine where we fill Pipe Dreams with diesel to keep her running on our summer boating adventures.
It was so cold that the harbor was partially frozen, a sight not often seen.
The ice locked in place the few lobster boats that remained in the water.
With the temperatures well below freezing, sea smoke floated across the water, a sight full of mystery and beauty.
Snow made the landscape a winter wonderland.
With their wooly coats, sheep seemed able to bear the cold but they stayed close to the barn since the snow in the pasture was too deep for them to frolic
Yes, these are visions of winter, but this holiday was foiled by an Arctic blast with temperatures so cold outside as to be almost unbearable for more than a few minutes. To make matters worse, the heat in our house was not working properly meaning that we stayed bundled up and spent most of our time in front of the fireplace. We stood it for two days before the hubby decided he’d had enough of 40 degree temps in the house. Though weather foiled our stay, it was long enough to capture some of the season’s magic and gave us yet another memory of the time we spend in Maine.
Early October means putting Pipe Dreams into winter storage and that symbolizes the loss of something I love about being in Maine.
Among my happiest moments are those when we leave Rockport Harbor behind and go exploring. Sadly, this is the last outing and the memory will have to last through the winter.
As we venture out, I see sights that are so familiar yet manage to look different every time. In the distance overlooking Penobscot Bay is Beech Hill, today shrouded by mist.
Heading out to the bay we pass Indian Island with its now inoperable lighthouse. Changing light and shifting tides always make me think I’m seeing it for the first time.
Our plan is to spend the night on the boat so we go to Perry Creek, a favorite spot. It’s a popular boating destination, but tonight the summer crowd is gone and all is quiet except for a soft breeze blowing through the trees and the sound of water gently lapping against the hull.
That makes it very easy to relax while the hubby and I enjoy predinner snacks and a game or two of backgammon. Yes, life is good.
We called it a day beneath a star filled sky, but we woke to a world blanketed in fog and with its own kind of beauty.
Close by a heron lingered patiently as if waiting for it to clear.
After a while a gull left its perch to check things out.
We sat munching a simple breakfast and watching the tranquil morning unfold around us.
Times like this are such special gifts, but nothing lasts forever so when the fog cleared we headed back to Rockport Harbor, and I savored every glimpse of places that I love.
For the first time in several weeks, it’s just the hubby and me at home. That means some relaxed moments on the porch enjoying the sunset over Rockport Harbor. The days are getting shorter now, and the colors are deepening as summer begins to wane.
When it’s just the two of us, life is pretty simple. Breakfast is a bowl of cereal or a smoothie or this time of year a blueberry muffin to go with coffee. Lunch is whatever, maybe a sandwich, maybe hummus with crackers and cheese. Nothing fancy for sure.
When it comes to dinner, it’s still simple, but a bit more effort goes into making it more than a stand up meal. Always, there are flowers gathered from the garden or from the side of the road.
Whatever dishes are used are meant to complement the runner or placemats that are on the table. This night they were from Dollar Tree which is a great place for picking up new pieces inexpensively. No tears are shed when a plate gets broken!
It was a piece of cake to finish this table by adding accessories that repeated the colors in both the plates and the cloth.
As silly as my kids think it is, I always use cloth napkins. Maybe it’s my contribution to saving trees and reducing what goes to the landfill! Besides, it’s so easy to tuck them into a napkin ring which makes their presentation a bit more special.
So, that’s the table. Now, what about dinner? More often than not, we have seafood which is local and fresh. 
One of our favorites is scallops, likely to have been brought in from the sea that day. They are at their best when seared quickly on each side to preserve their sweet goodness. This night they were served over corn risotto with a simple green salad on the side. It doesn’t get better than that!
Here on Rockport Harbor, it is interesting to watch the fog’s journey. Today it is creeping in from Penobscot Bay on little cat feet.
Left behind is a sky so blue that it makes the contrast between clear and mist even more dramatic.
As the fog makes its way into the harbor, it begins to wrap the trees along the shore in a transparent veil.
It slinks above the boats rocking gently on their moorings
and makes its way to the head of the harbor where it outlines the vessels tied at the pier.
Gradually, the fog thickens hiding all hints of blue sky and shrouding everything in its path.
As I stand and watch the fog blanket the harbor, all but that which is a few feet away becomes invisible. Whether it is here to stay or to disappear soon only time will tell. For now, it is intriguing to follow fog’s journey which makes me again marvel at nature’s mysterious ways.
During the summer months we spend lots of time on the porch watching the action on the harbor, 
enjoying birds at the feeder 
or sharing tini time with family or friends.
Maintaining our special place, however, got to be a real challenge as Maine winters are hard on exterior finishes. Finally, the porch with its rotten boards and never ending demand for paint got the best of us, and we decided to replace it with a synthetic material made by Azek. The hard part was the hubby and me agreeing on color and composition!
That done so began a project that proved to be a major undertaking. Piece by piece the old came out
under the watchful eye of Willow who accompanied her boss to work every day. She wasn’t much help when it came to the installation, but she was perfectly behaved.
The crew worked 12 hour days, and the hubby couldn’t resist getting involved. He proved to be an able assistant. That definitely gives him some ownership of the project as well as a few aches and pains.
In case you are thinking this was an easy job, think again. Every piece that went in had to be carefully measured and cut as nothing of the original porch was perfect. 
When all was said and done, however, the porch is perfect and will be much appreciated when next spring no repairs will be required.
Now the birdhouses are back in place,
new plant stands replace a peeling bench and are perfect for a garden vignette.
Best of all, the porch is again ready for tini time! Cheers!
Lobster rolls
Walking on the dirt road
Tini time on the porch
Excursions on Pipe Dreams
Finding mussel heaven
Lobster boats
Rockport Harbor
Sunsets