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A Good Maine Grounding in the Beds That Hold the Colors of Their Dreams

With September come the first revelations of the golden season, here on the midcoast of Maine.

We’re still soaking in the sunshine of summer (fall doesn’t start for another 3 weeks) and on the early morning drive to town, the mist across the fields glows like amber. The goldenrod and purple loosestrife stand along the sides of the road like sentinels guarding the procession of the season. “All in due time,” they nod as we pass.

But at the tips of the maples, color stirs. And alongside the corn at the farmstands, we are starting to see the pumpkins that will soon animate the harvest fests around us. At the nursery outside Waldoboro on Route 1, the army of potted chrysanthemums take formation, still so tightly bound it’s hard to tell what color they will be. It’s a tale of waiting, savoring, golden moments on their way to being “oceanside memories, made in Maine.”

September beckons with the promise of new beginnings, odd as that seems. But here in New England as kids start back to school after Labor Day, and we turn to the tasks of “making hay while the sun shines” in the labor-filled days following August’s languor, September brings a sense of optimism and joy (conveniently, the symbolism of the chrysanthemum according to those in the floral trade.

And here at Spruce Point Inn, as at the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens, September is a time for planting the ornamentals that will become magnificent displays – like the thousands of lilies planted here by retired commercial lily expert Don Celler and other bulbs we’ve given a good Maine grounding in beds that will hold and keep the colors of their dreams. (Not unlike the hospitality we provide our guests.)