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Taking time to smell the flowers

The annual Daffodil Festival is underway on Nantucket; and given the winter they had – hurricane force winds, frozen waves and feet of snow, they certainly deserve a moment in the sun. But not to take away from Boothbay Harbor, we’re more than thrilled to see the greening of the grass, the suggestion of buds on the branches and a few sheltered crocuses and daffodils of our own.

This week is the 45th anniversary of Earth Day; and looking back over the past four-plus decades is enough to make one stop and smell whatever flowers we can find. The environment is far from being beyond our stewardship. The fragile egg that is our planet still needs all the help it can get (which is why we take our environmentalism seriously, here at Spruce Point Inn). 

The concept of earned value


This photo of Spruce Point Inn Resort and Spa is courtesy of TripAdvisor

Return of the spring. You come, too.

There’s been a flurry of national attention to our south, recently, as New Hampshire Legislators decided to challenge an innocent fourth grade civics lesson. The kids sought to make the red-tailed hawk the state’s official raptor. The legislators gave them a different lesson in sausage-making on the Statehouse carpet.

But we notice that the Boothbay Region Land Trust has showcased our own Maine raptor the osprey (or fishhawk, if you prefer) in celebration of their 35th anniversary this year. Part of the logo at BRLT, the osprey is shown carrying a tasty-looking trout to its nest.  As they say, spring is an ideal time to ‘grab a pair of binoculars and keep an eye out for our feathered friends returning from the south.”

Aprils and Openers

TS Eliot called April “the cruelest month” and after the winter we’ve had there are many reasons to agree. Yet the French greet the month with “poisons d’Avril” – “the fish of April” – recognizing with classic wry Gallic humor that those who expect more of April are no more than the silly little fingerlings soon to be snapped up by hungry trout (and they, by bears.) These “poisson” always put us in mind of April 1st as the first day of fishing season on inland waters – the first forays on the icy rivers. Did you know Maine hosts 90% of the wild brook trout in lakes and ponds in the US?

Standing limber and spruce with a backdrop of the entrance to Boothbay Harbor

Boston Globe art critic Sebastian Smee recently described a school of courtly Japanese art as having the ability “to stay limber and spruce” as fashion and patron tastes evolved. It was a use of the word we haven’t seen for a while. “Spruced-up,” yes. But “spruce” as an adjective? What Merriam Webster defines as a “somewhat old-fashioned” usage, an adjective meaning “neat, clear or stylish in appearance.”

Green days and patience

They say you’ll find more green beer, corned beef and cabbage and blarney circulating in New England than in Dublin on St. Patrick’s Day. And that’s probably true, given there are seven times more Irish descendants in America than in Ireland, thanks to the exodus that brought so many across the ocean. The Scots and Irish, like the 20 families who arrived in Boston on the “Maccallum” out of Londonderry in 1718 and eventually settled at the mouth of the Androscoggin were probably the only souls willing to take on the challenge of this rocky Atlantic shore and its stone-packed ground as something closely resembling the unfriendly planting grounds of home.

Lifelong learning outside the book on the Midcoast

Somewhere beneath the snowbanks here on Grand Avenue the roots are starting to stir. We saw a chipmunk the other day, who must have been responding to the lengthening afternoons of spring (certainly not to the temperature!). By March 17th we’ll enjoy 11 hours of daylight, made to seem even better by the return to Daylight Savings Time on March 9th. And then it will be Maine Maple Sunday – if the sap ever decides to rise.

The February Sound of Silence

One thing all this snow seems to do is magnify the senses. Sunlight is dazzling. The cold is bitter, especially when the wind comes in off the Atlantic. The woodsmoke curling from chimneys on the Point sharpens our desire to hurry home to our own fireplace and woodstove. And the other day, while shoveling, I smelled a sudden burst of mint as my shovel caught a plant at the edge of the herb garden. (Won’t be long before it’s Derby Day and julep time!)

Adding up the elements of experience

In New England, the topic of hauntings is a familiar one, undoubtedly because we have 400+ years of colonial history and millennia of stories from the Wabanaki whose woods these were. Each sunset looks back across an ancient natural and built landscape; across a sea of stories.

We were remembering the matter-of-fact observations of a friend convinced that she and her family shared a house with a colonial ghost. Trying to recall the spirit’s name, we thought, “Patience? Prudence? Charity?” None seemed right. And then we remembered: “Experience.”

Boothbay Harbor Nation

Ok. So it’s January and we’re in the middle of working through a lengthy checklist of tweaks and enhancements to the guest experience at Spruce Point Inn. It’s finally winter and we’re reminded of the beauty of the Maine Midcoast in all its costumes, even on the starkest, coldest days when all that moves is the sea smoke drifting in from the icy Atlantic.

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