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A Mid-Week Memorializing of a Maine Weekend – 1

Our Memorial Day weekend in Maine was a lovely affair, and the rain that everyone else seemed to get for the entire time kept away from Ogunquit until our last two days, so we will count that as a win, especially considering we’ve spent certain Memorial Day weekends getting deluged and poured upon for their entire duration. Maine manages to be magical no matter how much rain arrives, but everything is better beneath the sun.

Arriving to a town in full bloom with pinks and purples and pastels, we were greeted to spring in full effect – from the lilacs to the azaleas to the trilliums that will play a part in later posts, it seemed like everything was in full bloom. We don’t always manage to catch it in such a state – the late start and colder weather had this as a silver lining.

For better or worse, a vacation is only ever as good as its accommodations, and in this respect we have an ideal home base at the Scotch Hill Inn, where Anthony has been taking good care of us and providing spectacular breakfasts for the past several years. Our most recent visit was this past winter – which was a rare jewel unto itself – but I think it’s spring we like best, when all the hope of summer is in sight.

This fabulous frittata started things off deliciously, providing sustenance for a day along the shore.

We took a quick walk to the first section of the Marginal Way, where even the Rosa rugosa was beginning to bloom.

These sea roses always remind me of summer vacations and carefree days with family. When they come into more prolific bloom their perfume will ride on the salty sea air, delivering an intoxicating fragrance to those lucky enough to be by the sea. The Atlantic was the first ocean I ever visited, and it’s been a source of peace and contemplation ever since.

Back in town, everything else was in full bloom, including our emblem of this spring blog season – the lilac. Long borders of the shrub were on full floral display, scenting every step with their sweet perfume. Ogunquit cast its spell again, and the drone of the ocean kept gentle time to the weekend ahead…

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