Ambering the memories in these shortened days
The end of Daylight Savings Time each November brings the sense that we’re wrapping up our world for the season. The leaves are raked from beneath the hardwoods, the Westport chairs are put away, the kitchen is emptied of perishables and the Pumpkin Pukwudgies are left to watch over the last fruits and vegetables in our gardens.
As the early sunset glows with the filtered light of autumn gold and crimson we think of another season of “oceanside memories made in Maine” here at Spruce Point Inn as moments caught in amber, filed for the winter day that we need to remember sunshine, the Sarah Mead sailing sparkling blue waters, the sound of screen doors and children’s laughter, the easy grace of returning guests rediscovering the familiar for a new generation.
The new thinking on Stonehenge is that the winter solstice was perhaps more important than the summer one – a moment for healing rituals to ensure the sun’s return. As the front porch columns cast a sundial-like progression of shadows across the face of the inn and the stately spruces hold court on the avenue, we know how they must have felt. We hold onto the light and wish for Indian Summer days now that the frost has punctuated the season. We cherish remembrance and the opportunities to introduce Boothbay Harbor and the Midcoast’s treasures to our guests. And we are reassured by our history that summer will return to fill the empty cottages and suites that now slumber in the season of ghosts.