Winter in Maine

            It was nine degrees below zero this morning as I waited with my son at the bus stop.  And I’ll admit it - it was a little rough. But when asked about the winters here in Maine, I like to gush about how under appreciated they are. A typical day in January up here is cold, yes. But it is also usually blindingly sunny with a sky so blue it looks like it was ripped out of a children’s book.  And the ground is covered in white snow that, no matter how old and dirty, still looks pristine in the sunlight. The wind will steal your breath and sometimes the air does freeze the goodies in your nose, but with the right long johns and a travel mug of decaf, being outside is manageable. And coming inside after being outside, to a stoked wood stove and wool slippers, is nothing short of perfection. Maine in winter, in January, is usually more than fine. It is spectacular.

          

  However lately I find myself dreaming of warmer days. Not because I am getting soft in my old(ish) age, but because of the amount of time I am spending thinking about our getaways. The inn with its wraparound porch that overlooks the rocky shoreline. Lobster bakes at sunset. Naps in rocking chairs.  A room with a view of the islands.

           

I am not quite a Mainer, but I have lived here almost 20 years and thus have learned never to wish the winter away. We live in Maine not in spite of the cold and snowy winters but because of them - it is like adoring someone even more because of their quirks and flaws.

            But as Patty and I sit by the fire in our wool sweaters and work to perfect our fabulous Idyllworks getaways, we have to admit it... we would rather be rocking on a porch, overlooking the ocean, with a bunch of amazing women. We are ready to thaw out, peel off our layers, and get out there. It has just begun snowing again, and although it is pretty, our Idyllworks getaway can’t come soon enough.

xo~

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