It isn’t any secret that I have an unrelenting and immediate desire to become a coastal Mainer. In fact, I plan on becoming the first person to be adopted by the state of Maine. I want my license plate to read “Vacationland” and my backwater view to be the lighthouse at Cape Elizabeth.
Sigh, if only financial milieus and a terrible economy weren’t in the way. The problem with leaving home is, well, getting back.
So if Maine would kindly donate a gypsy caravan to move me and the cats cross country to a cozy writing and sewing spot in Rockport, Portland, or my new love, Cape Porpoise, I would be eternally grateful.
And with my mind already there, I naturally follow Maine Magazine on Facebook. I ogle at their gorgeously washed out photos with pops of brightly colored oars and Adirondack chairs, strewn fishing nets and capsized rowboats…and now, this photo. A spot in Cape Porpoise that is as they said, a little slice of heaven.
Here is a Saturday morning treasury inspired by Maine Magazine’s heavenly Cape Porpoise photo:
Signed, your hopeful future-Mainer.
Happy seaside Saturday.