To live, breathe, work, shop, relax at the foot of glorious mountains--I envy that. Being in the presence of staggering nature every day must help keep things in perspective.
|Maine attraction: White steeple against blue sky, here in Camden.|
I tried to drive up the auto road to Mount Battie at Camden Hills State Park, but it was closed--blanketed with ice and as snow. The view from Mount Battie is a gift, a storybook gift, and I'm sorry I missed it.
It's soothing to see beautiful things. Not just materialistic things, like the exquisite sparklers in this year's Tiffany Christmas catalog--out of reach or reality for most of us--but the natural things, free to everyone if you can get there. The blue water, old white boats, cozy coves. The mountains rising above the road. The snow-covered roofs, and the evergreens. They are jewels, too.
I popped into the Camden Deli and the lavender store. At Stonewall Kitchen, I got Punch the pretzel sticks and mustard she loved so much when we went in July. Bought a bottle of red in the wine store, to bring to dinner at H.'s sister's house in Hermon, where we had salad, lasagna and bread and celebrated her son's birthday with a colorful cake the two little girls chose at the store. [I remember seeing my sister-in-law bathe him in the kitchen sink 20 years ago. I was expecting my Figgy, so I watched with interest.] My mother-in-law is out of the hospital, so she was there, too.
Tomorrow, we head home after breakfast out with the four brothers. Good night to you.
|Main Street in Camden.|
|Kyle, Punchy, Izzy and Taylor celebrating T's 20th bday.|
|A private table for two.|