Wine from oceanside memories made in Maine
Daisy Buchanan is trapped for eternity in her Great Gatsby fear of missing the longest day of the year. Bemoaning her forgetfulness, timelessly melting like Instagrammed ice cream with her companions in the New York heat of summer, she is fixed in a moment we think about each June 21st.
Labor Day is like that. Another signpost that time is fleeting onward. Where DID the summer go?
But here in Boothbay, we know the best is yet to come. We’ve made that expectation official by creating Boothbay Harbor Fest, a community-wide celebration of the week AFTER Labor Day, flush with the success of another priceless summer season. In the mood to party. And why not, when the dusk still lingers after seven?
On Tuesday, the Abenaki’s micheeneekesos moon (“when Ind corne is eatable”) rises with a fortnight left to the astronomical summer season. Here on the midcoast we know there are gorgeous “golden season” days ahead. Waiting to be plucked from the early autumn trees. It’s time for gathering in some of the best moments of the year.
Watch the honeybees on the goldenrod or the squirrels teetering in the oak branches. They know the time is now for harvesting the best. The wild grapes Frost wrote about snare us with their scent from the roadside, holding out this year’s vintage to be turned into the wine of oceanside memories made in Maine.
When the season ends and the days grow short. We will remember the joys of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. But for now, we luxuriate in weather that lures us outside to watch the sails on the harbor, the way the sundance traces the ocean breeze. No excuse of too hot or too busy, now. It’s the golden season at Spruce Point Inn. And we can’t wait to share the bounty.