Maine is beautiful. I may be biased, having grown up here, but no matter how many spectacular vistas I gaze on, the green fields and forests of Maine just look like Heaven to me. Last weekend there was a bridal shower for a childhood friend of mine and I was asked to provide the flowers. All that entailed was leaving half an hour early with a bucket of water in my car.
I stopped along the way gathering whatever wildflowers were blooming and plenty of greenery and plants with interesting textures. I assembled the bouquets there before the party and we scattered vases of cheerful wildflowers around the house.
I remember gathering armfuls of flowers for my mom as a kid; lilacs and crabapple blossoms in May, huge, lazy lupines in June, daisies in July. Walking barefoot through the hot, scratchy field grass, stopping to examine a spider web or, if I was lucky, spotting a praying mantis to carry home to show my dad, were all integral parts of summer. My habit of eating and drinking flowers started early; my dad would gather a flowering herb that he made into a delicious iced drink and another he ground up and used to soothe burns.
Sam and I took time to get to know a friendly lady bug. She looks a little fierce in that top picture, but don't worry, she was very nice.
As a kid I used to lay down in the tall field grass among the flowers and enjoy the sense of humming, vibrant life that was so soothing and energizing all at once. I loved the feeling of hiding in the grass; it seemed no one could find you once you lay down amidst that ocean of waving greenery, and yet of still being close enough to hear the call for dinner or the crunch of my dad's tires on the gravel when he drove up the driveway.
Maine really was a magical place to grow up. And seeing it through Sam's eyes during these two weeks of vacation has reminded me of all the little things that made it so. Growing up, I think we hardly came inside all summer, merely to lay our heads for a brief recharge (unless sleepovers were involved, then there was little to no sleeping!) or to grab a bite to eat, although this was often also done out of doors. What need did we have to come inside when the outside world provided all the entertainment we could ask for?