A friend's porch in the small coastal town where we watched a traditional Fourth of July parade.
Reading De Foe's account of the Great London Plague in the hammock.
Tarts that I baked for an anniversary dinner laid out on the dining room table.
Visiting the ice cream shop in Port Clyde, Maine.
On Sunday, we visited the Loster Lane Bookshop in Owls Head. It is famous for being an Aladdin's cave of reasonably priced books. One is unlikely to find anything particularly old or rare, but the shop is full of reading copies just perfect to take back to the summer house for an afternoon read. I have been coming here since I was a little boy. Half the fun of this shop is looking through the crowded stacks for a treasure.
A view of a cove from one of the rooms at Lobster Lane. I have never visited another bookshop that has such a view of the sea.
Some of the packed shelves and tight spaces in the shop.
I was born in Rockland, and summered every year in Tenant's Harbor, and Port Clyde. Camden, that whole area lives inside of me as being my real home. Is the porch in Thomaston? It looks like all those lovely porches. My grandmother's house was in Owl's Head and the other was a small cottage on a lake. Wonderful memories of a time and loved ones, long gone. :)
ReplyDeleteI die!!! What I wouldn't give for a rainy Saturday in the Lobster Lane Bookstore. I just love this shop. You go in, take a chair and before you know it you have a stack of books and the sun is setting.
ReplyDeleteBest of the best!