Fall foliage, sneak peeking, leaf peepers in Maine that make the yearly trek to Maine to see the color explosion.
After the spring and summer flower bloom, the rich hues of orange, red, yellows and changing shades of green. The handiwork of Jack Frost in the Maine fall landscape is underway. For the second bloom of color natural fireworks. Have you been to Maine for fall color change?
Are we at peak color, when will we be if not for pretty amazing leaf arrays?
Maine is one big honking sized state.Fall Fireworks, Second Bloom Color Explosion Now Happening. So keep driving, see the different fall foliage colors regions take center stage for their performance.
One by one the stunning fall colors in Maine do solos. Northern Maine is nearing the peak for color and trees still have an abundance of leaves to display the harvest tones. Million Shades Of Just Green Of Spring, Summer. Suddenly, Red, Orange, Yellow Fireworks Explosion Of Fall Foliage Display.
Like you need a reason to escape to Maine right?
But come now, come quick. No no, just a gentle reminder, causal nudge.
An easy, unassuming oh by the way did you know about Maine falls colors? What’s happening as we hunt and peck.
The individual leaf colors on Maine that is 91% forested, wooded, treed. All those many shades of green variations are mutating.
Evolving, blossoming again into amazing tints of harvest colors Maine is famous for, that causes all the requests.
Bus and carloads of folk from outside Maine. All the locals lucky enough to be here full time. To mutter the same thing. The “let’s get outside, go for long drive on a ribbon of Maine roadway”. Everyone has their special travel map route to do that every year.
Preparing to go out to bathe, bask, take in the panorama. To celebrate fall colors, the farm harvest bounty now underway in Vacationland. Come sample the tapestry of fall leaf color change in Maine.
Maine is a great place and if you ask the out of state average Joe or Jane, to describe Maine in one word.
Lobsters, ocean, lighthouses, moose, blueberries, potatoes, Baxter, Acadia, Allagash, Sugarloaf, Sunday River. Whoops, two words for skiing, sorry. Oh, and Moosehead, Sebago, East Grand Lakes. And to be fair rivers like the Penobscot, Dead, Androscoggin and Kennebec.
Sure there are Maine towns and a handful of cities that might come up in conversation.
Visited during vacation, on the way through traveling. Low Cost Jet Fuel Or AV Gas, Small Maine Airports, Less Busy Small Maine Town Runways. Win Win Win. Or because relatives live there, the reason for passing through on occasion. But small Maine towns, making them destinations because of all those one word descriptions. When major airports are still hours away. And sampling “the other Maine” is the target.
Less commercial, more outdoors and infested with wildlife, sparse numbers of locals.
What to expect to find in small Maine towns, villages, burgs. A friend of my son’s works at a small airport. Has an app on his phone that let’s him know there is a request for a drink. A plane needing lots of fuel that is requesting touch down. Just long enough to make the gauge on the silver bird go back to the right, up on “F”.
Then turn around, after dropping off precious cargo and flapping those wings back to whence it came. Five hundred gallons, times $4.75 makes for one attractive gas stop of higher octane. With more flammable fumes than the Yugo or Rambler in your average small Maine town yard drink. That are used to go to the local IGA Foodliner, to the Blue Seal feed store for pellets of mixed grain, etc. Simpler Small Town Living In Maine.
I really like, get excited helping the flow of new dollars into a small Maine town economy.
And any time someone in my day job asks can I fly into your hometown airport, sure can. May not be a domestic, daily flight schedule you are marching to but with a little lead time, Sky King, Penny can be located to take on the assignment.
Paved runways, mile long can handle the job nicely in say Houlton Maine’s KHUL airport. Earlier today another smaller Cessna drifted in, land for a fill it up please expensive slurp. And then went on it’s merry flight plan way. Local manufacturing factories based here, the US Government, private sector use the small Maine airport too.
Today’s Hawker 800 fuel consumer will be back to pick up a passenger, family member staying until the end of the month.
Flying a Hawker 800 that looks pretty neat, sleek when not the norm where big jet engines row. The airport in Houlton Maine was pretty important, busy during World War Two when barracks were set up. To house NCO and officers but also German prisoner of wars. Who helped local Maine potato farmers plant, tend, harvest the local crops. Weaving, Needling Your Car, Bike Through The Highway Thread. Exploring Maine.
While most of local GI’s were across the puddle in the European or further mileage racked up in the Pacific war theatre. My Dad played a part taking rides, working out of the back of a four engine bomber.
So when someone asks can you fly their plane, small jet into some Maine town without a major airport but with a runway all FCC approved for traffic, roll out the red carpet.
If you are lucky enough to have one. Tell them sure thing. Hope they stay awhile, return. Make it a habit.
Help yourself to lower cost jet and airplane fuel. Quick clearing of customs, immigration in the case of Houlton Maine’s airport smack dab on the Canadian border.
Spread the word, small Maine town airports are open for business.
Round the clock, Ready Freddy when needed. Repair work can be done on air frames too, avionics and more if needed. Tell your fly boy friends in your rolodex, business circles would you please?
And put others in the Maine small town community to work. Like a car dealer renting the pilot and crew a vehicle. That end up staying the night or longer at a local Maine motel, cabin, lodging.
And who knows, with the small Maine home town warm reception, an up and coming industry expansion, someone starting a new business that generates jobs could ignite. Could be the low hanging fruit harvested. From sending up the flare to say “Land Here Easy.” Simply playing the local small Maine town airport introduction face card.
Peas in a pod, two people that are well matched and compliment each other.
There is harmony and peace in the household. But they say opposites attract. Those differences are what add depth to the chemistry that makes the sum of the two better than being single. And the pair both know it. The Moose Is Loose, Alone. Where’s The Mrs?
When a couple gets older, aging moves their relationship and life into a time affectionately termed the “Golden Years”.
Often the differences after sixty plus years of marital rock polishing to smooth, shape the two are reduced to only health ones. Her hearing is poor, his eyesight is anything but 20-20.
Her back problems limit what she has to rely on him to do around the household. She cooks, he cleans. The blur of cross training reverts back to which partner is physically or mentally able to perform the task at hand. The duty of the day.
But like two parts cars bought to make one vehicle with time, love and turning the wrenches, the couple’s disabilities become many. But each has a different top ten list of where they shine, where the luster is missing in those advancing “Golden Years”. Complimenting each other goes beyond mental preferences and accepting the lumps, bumps, quirks of the other. Reduced to just purely physical differences that enter the room. That loom large and stay like an elephant.Taught How To Fish, Survive Early In Life. Missing His Mate, Crying About It Heard On A Maine Lake.
The pair’s closeness becomes razor thin in the space between the couple when their have to share their five senses.
To rely on the other when what is needed sensory is diminished or eventually gone completely. So when one passes on, the other is truly lost. Because like the expression it was like losing my right arm, or I’ve give an arm and a leg for whatever. The partner who provided what the other could not bring to the plate anymore is faced with the limitations all by their lonesome.
The “we” becomes “me, myself and I”.
And instead of the independence of living at home, the move to a facility to function in a healthy way takes place. Has to because more than losing your best friend happens. Your reliance on the other is no longer an option when they leave the Earth. It is always amazing to see two elderly people that have marital bliss. From years of practice, trial and error. And not the same carbon copy list of what ails them, what part is missing or diminished. Between the two, like the Fish game, they find what they need which is more than enough. And for that the pair is grateful. Growing old gracefully.
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Music where the instrument played is out front and center stage when usually more of a support, backup application.
It is neat to see a musician, an individual take it to a level there is nothing to compare to in music, in life. That passion is infectious and you can get addicted to the musical works in a very healthy way.Finding A Way To Make A Living, Stay In Maine Full Time. It’s Worth It.
Maybe not being the norm, what is expected adds to the music artistry being edgy, raw yet refined.
But so new or innovative and not mainstream that it stands out like one copy. Not mass produced or “everybody’s doing it”. No sea of sameness.
Blazing your own trail and not looking down to see if anyone else has been on it prior to you. Not needing to glance down for the reference points to follow a pathway in life is pure confidence. Living by your own rules, standards, heck even whims. Isn’t that the essence of enjoying life? Sampling it, contributing to it for others to enjoy and not just being a spectator?
Mark King of Level 42 is one of those musician lost in what he does. That can make a bass the lead guitar.
Listen, watch him pluck, slap the bass center stage.
The hand made bass neck lit up with LEDs, chewing gum and taped up thumb, Mark King entertains. Check him out.
Or hear, see maybe you already have discovered, enjoy Victor Wooten, another incredible bass player.
Not singing like Mark King in the earlier video. But jamming with the Dave Mathews Band that is loaded with visionaries squeezing more, nothing quite like it out there in solos on stage. Lost in the music. Hypnotizing the audience.
Or changing it up and setting the bass guitar in the slanted floor cradle.
Reaching for the bow and focusing on two cellos, a pair of brothers making them perform in ways you have never seen, heard before.
Music, the kind that is made out in nature. Where the musicians are unknowns. Crickets, robins, lake loons, bull frogs and water lapping on shore rocks. A fire crackles, sputters, creating flickering shadows. As the glow combined with the heat spills light you can feel down to your bones around a log cabin in the Northern Maine woods. Maine, Somehow Water Is Always In The Background. Part Of The Outdoor Fun.
It is the song you sing inside, that stays with you. Like a hearty home cooked filled with lots of love meal that sticks to your ribs.
The company, the setting, the day in Maine you just experienced or that brand new one laying ahead.
The hand crafted, garden grown slow food meal all add to the take away deep inside. When you make, take the time to live, enjoy your life. Include others in it.
What songs linger with you, long after the practice, the solo under water while getting started for the day ahead in the shower performance?
Ever find yourself in a group that the main topic is other people that rub them the wrong way?
One by one, systematically this person, that individual is hoisted up for all to review, critique. When you are silent or squirming, not so comfortable you might even be asked for your contribution to the conversation. Maine Living, All Natural. Rock Solid Simple. Not Used To Judge, Stone.
What do you think about so and so? Pick up a rock, lob it in. Zing them. Three things happen when at a holiday gathering, after church lunch, in a social setting and the topic of what do you think about so and so comes up for a question.
I don’t hate anyone. I am not a good person to ask for judgement of another. I feel I have lots to work on and pretty happy, content, humble.
The second feeling that hits deep down in the bones is what would this posse bsaying about me if not here?
Not wild about being the topic of conversation on a slow news day. Or to help roast another that I don’t really know or if I did, who am I to apply the lashes? Move them into the cross hairs. To critique, find fault, ridicule.Antique Wood Kitchen Cook Stoves. Not For Sale, We Use Them For Heating, Eating, Baking. Sitting Around To Talk With Coffee, Tea.
Maybe it is being busy. Lots to do with family, in the community, work. Heck blogging. Plenty to do so not wasting daylight character bashing another. Sometimes the person rotated into the same diss I heard last link up is close to home. Married to a cousin…. (hands up, fingers making cross) Time out. Whoa.
In small Maine towns, not many of us here so we need all the helping hands possible. Tread lightly and cut others slack, hoping for the same in return. Many hands. The entire team and this is what we have so make it work, be highly creative in a small Maine town applies. To keep it alive, vibrant.
The third reason just not in the habit of dissing others is taught to look for the good.
To admire effort, trying to do good works even if coming up a little short of the target. The heart was in the right place, it is the thought that counts. Parents reward and recognized sincere effort. Encouragement went a long way to keep you moving, productive and from standing still, feeling sorry for yourself.Community Service Volunteering, One Of Maine’s Algorithm For Simply Living Joy.
Insecurity within oneself could be the reason the habit happens. Finding fault in others to make you feel like you measure up higher on a scale someone out there secretly records.
Inside you know you did a good job, not having the fancy, the favor of all those around you. There is a higher power you answer to, pray with and that loves you. C. S. Lewis weighs in on why people judge.
A lady I know told me it is hard to go on a car ride with two others that are on board for out of town meetings.
One starts in one by one attacking a person and moves on down the line to another she does not particularly like. And goes into the reasons why they are so irritating, she can not stand them.
The other passenger in the car is good natured but gets pulled into the black widow venom. And the ride is one unpleasant experience for someone who does not know the folks being attacked. Or sometimes she does and has a neutral reaction. Or sports a positive, different one to offer.
She says if she defends, the conversation stalls. The chatter lulls. And the ride is suddenly longer and very quiet. Except for the tunes she cranks up or the sound of the roadway from the tire hum taking over. And all the thoughts in the car go silent, get mulled over in private, not collectively shared.
You read, hear, see lots of signs of depression, unhappiness.
And wonder where did all the angry people come from? Why folks are angry, are frustrated is fueled from lots of sources deep inside. My Mom used to call it “stinking thinking”. Not being grateful, counting your blessings. Simpler Small Town Living In Maine.
The approach that you are better off than you deserve, others have it a lot worse than you.
Sure chemical imbalance, something missing in the inside chemistry can trigger the highs and lows. But your outlook, what you were taught has a hand in the “how’s it going?”.
Anger turned inward causes depression. Having the wrong, skewed set of expectations that are not realistic or forgetting the struggle, hard work to pull off change spells disaster too.
In my Maine real estate job, I find a person, couple upside down with a mortgage loan that is unhappy. Worried about losing the place. And beyond the housing stress to get payments caught up or the place sold, you quickly find other areas of the owner’s life is out of whack.
Not happy about their job, all the mountain of debt, the relationship too is a struggle and hanging on by a thread.
It’s all making everyone bone tired. Discouraged, depressed, not such a happy camper. Sometimes the anger that fuels, is the mortar of the short temper, unhappiness comes from knowing the individual or couple had a role. Made mistakes, but not always cranked up about taking ownership of their contribution. In the fine kettle of fish they find themselves swimming around in. Maine Is Having Land, Using It For Farming, Hobbies. Or Just Enjoying Wide Open Space.
Grass is always green kicks in and just looking for relief. But self medication, retail therapy, affairs don’t fix the problem.
Adjustment in life to correct the off the road should be done carefully, in small measures. Kinda of like apply power to a skid on a slick Maine winter road of ice. The ribbon thread of up, down, twisting sideways dips and no thank you ma’ms.
When you live in Maine, the approach to living is less expensive, lower key and time always spent outdoors.
Being on a Maine lake or something waterfront is the setting to figure out, hear yourself think. To consider where you are now, where you have been, where you want to end up. Hard work, determination, patience but right thinking… not the stinking kind needed in large supply.
Having lots of space around you and acres not inches is the setting that helps the general mood. On everything that happens in life that spills from that location. Too tight, too small, up close and way way too personal does not make you easy going. Able to let things roll off without a fuss, a frown, a string series of four letter words anger. Growing Up In Maine, The Fun Home Made, Outdoors.
Lack of fear, missing crime is what Maine provides a healthy dose of for day to day simple living.
Being productive, worthwhile and having a purpose. Skills developed because it is up to you, no one else empowers a person too. Shows the grit, what the person is made of to persevere, dig in, hang on and move beyond the rock and a hard place.
Coming to Maine debt free works best. Knowing what you got paid there and just skinned by with is not the same pay in the envelope here. Scaling back on the spending if still needing to work here in Maine. But you gain so so much more than you give up. Maine, outdoors, fresh air, clean water, wildlife. Ready for some for quality of simple Maine living?
