Robert McCloskey wrote an award-winning picture book called One Morning in Maine. Its real-life setting is Brooksville, Maine, where I spent the night last night with a friend. She took me to an end-of-season performance at the Bagaduce Theater, a thoroughly unexpected gem on an old farm in the middle of nowhere. The theater is housed in an 1850s barn, capacity around 50. A multi-layered, Maine-based story called Bird of Passage kept us in thrall for two hours.
I woke up early, tantalized by the brightness of the rising sun. After breakfast and a walk amidst spiny pine, granite ledge, and bristly puffs of lichen, it was only 9am. I packed up my backpack and two geriatric dogs (generously welcomed), and meandered home on this postcard-perfect, Maine September day. The scenery along Brooksville’s coastal roads is almost impossibly quaint – tiny white-framed post offices, spired churches, town halls with faded signs, stacked lobster traps, “clams, crabs, lobster,” table-sized front yard farm stands, reddening blueberry barrens…all part of one morning in Maine.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 25: 170 words, TOTAL = 3796; 56,204 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.