Plucking golden apples of the sun
Looking out from the coast of Maine, it’s hard not to see September as a slowing down. As a sort of last hurrah once the hot blaze of summer is turned down to embers. Yet that quiet time holds the wonder, just as the glowing coals can mesmerize, begging the sweet dalliance of some more.
For those who have the time to savor September at Spruce Point Inn, this is the golden season. Almost too obvious a cover to consider delving too deeply into its pages. Yet for the lingerers, this is the time to drive the backroads with the top down on the roadster. To travel at the speed where stopping at the whim of an antiques barn or harvest farm stand affords discoveries that enliven lifetimes.
Where is the gold of autumn in Boothbay?