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Winter Arrives In Maine, What Stirs Inside When Snow Returns?

To someone with no Maine winter snow experience, there are mixed emotions.

The reaction to the snow flakes in the weather forecast hits folks in many different ways. If you are not prepared for winter like most things in life, you get dragged into the experience. Rather than excited about a shift to a new Maine season that changes the look and feel of everything in Maine when the white wash happens.

Maine Winters, Life Does Not Stop But Changes It Up. Still Outside But Dressed And Prepared For It.

Jack Frost adds a new dimension to the place called Maine in winter.

Variation on a Vacationland theme seasoned with snow makes it more black and white simple. It keeps it interesting, new and different. The what we do for fun changes up big time as the temperature numbers shrink. Water skis swapped for cross country and down hill boards. The wardrobe gets layers added and legs, sleeves combined in what we wear to avoid hibernation. To enjoy the long wait until spring has sprung.

Cabin fever is a real ailment that must be avoided. The right outdoor equipment, the correct clothing is the sure fire fix for “stuck inside” boredom. Books and board games, knitting and cross wood puzzles can only help so much in a Maine winter.

Maine winters offer solitude, peacefulness, crisp air, blue skies with white powder and crystal sparkle enhancement.

The hunker down secure feeling inside your home as the winter winds howl around the exterior means you prepared for the season now playing. As you retreat inside with warm food prepared slowly from a quick trip down the stairs to the root cellar. Where the fruits of your canning and preserve efforts… the bounty of your garden, gleaning the Maine farm fields awaits.

For when chores in the farm barn are done and the animals are grained, hayed, watered for the night. You feel contentment, caught up and ready for earned relaxation. The focus shifts to the positive ions radiating from a hot stove or fireplace blaze as the outside landscape gets a thicker, continuous blanket layer of pure white everywhere.

Maine Winter Weather… It Creates White Dustings, Crystals To Sparkle The Maine Countryside.

Snow hides the scars of the landscape in a forestry wood cutting operation. Makes your backyard items disappear.

It helps you forget you did not get the fallen leaves of orange, red, yellow and brown raked or mulched up in the lawn surrounding your Maine home. Erased from view. Winter gives you a feeling of satisfaction when your wood supply is bigger than you will ever need. And the left over seasoned wood cut to fit your stove or furnace natural fuel of a renewable resource will be spill over and be welcome to use the next heating season.

When you don’t live in Maine, have not made a snow man of wet sticky winter white stuff.

If you have never driven a snow sled on a groomed trail or swish swished down a white mountain top with the chair lift rides back to the summit for do it again. Ice fishing in some pretty elaborate lake shanties is one way to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Just check the depth of the sheet of ice as the water turns from liquid to solid. As you clear a patch to make a perfect place for a spirited pond hockey game or to ice skate in a winter landscape. Where everything that was full of color and lush and green is suddenly dominated by mostly white. But touched up here and there with some green, brown, gray and the skies of blue. You notice the change in the color scheme most hoofing it through a tree plantation on snow shoes alone. When the conversation you have are inside and pondered at a peaceful pace.

Maine Highways, Streets Are Kept Snow Free. We Know How To Handle Winter.

It is easy to feel the worst and think how dangerous old man winter weather would be to driving, to staying warm and on and on.

If you let those fears snow ball. Mainers don’t live in terror of winter, they embrace it. Sure we are careful to scrape and salt the walkways because no one wants a broken hip repaired with a big pin and a long recovery with a metal walker. To swipe a patch to see out of on all the windows of what we drive. We leave a little earlier on trips and errands around town, to get the kids to school if they are not seated in the long yellow bus. We watch the current weather forecast out of one corner of an eye to stay prepared from what is predicted to happen tonight, tomorrow and beyond.

Where I live, a national weather service reporting facility in Caribou gives me very clear expectations about how things will look in the hours and days ahead. Being on the Canadian border too allows tapping into other broadcast signals of another valuable source of weather information. And there’s always the farmer’s almanac predictions along with the conversations you hear in small Maine towns that point out how high or low the busy bees put their nest this year. Or other signs in Mother Nature’s world about what this or that means that occurs in the outdoors around us for what to expect weather clues.

Yesterday I felt the rush of a little kid’s reaction to the new white fluffy snow.

Snow Makes The Apples Left Hanging That Did Not Drop Look Even More Succulent. Maine In Winter Is Beautiful Not Stark, Not Bland. If You Look Harder, Closer.

As I ventured down around East Grand Lake, the northern tip of Washington County where it meets Maine’s Washington and Penobscot, there was lots of new stark, bleached white snow dusting. Tall fir and pine trees loaded and bending, drooping with white snow dropped from the skies overnight was impressive. Clean, pure, natural. Maine.

After every snow storm, especially when it is brand new, where no sign of man but lots of wildlife tracks are the only interruption to the white total overhaul of the winter landscape.

Those times of feeling the winter wonderment flood back into the brain to remind all Mainers of the excitement to what it feels like to get outdoors happens. A kid again. Rigged up with ski pants, a winter coat, mittens your grandmother knit along with the scarf wrapped around your neck. You slipped on your boots and exiting the home in search of friends, shovels, sleds, skates. To dig the tunnels, build the forts. Slide like running and surfing on a stretch of ice lubricated even more by the new snow that only polishes it even more slippery slick.

Or reaching up to gently pull away a long shard of ice hanging off a dripping roof eave. Thick on the top and pencil tip sharp and pointed on the bottom. The sounds of winter are the whisk whisk friction sound of a child walking all bundled up in their snow suit. The site of seeing them sampling an ice shard stuck to their wood mittens or coat cuff as they dream, gaze and everything stand sill in deep thought.

Things To Do For Fun In Maine During The Winter. Strap On A Piece Of Bear Paws.

And at the end of the day come back to the warmth of a home kitchen with pink cheeks, a relaxed feeling to remove the layers that protected you outside. To sample something hot out of the oven or cooling on the rack just bake homemade using an old family tested tradition recipe.

Closer to the magic of Christmas, the sugar cookies with colored icing and sprinkles in the shape of bells, trees or stars. Helping your Mom roll, cut the dough and decorate was more fun when the restlessness of being inside was released with the exercise outdoors. After you come in from where you can see your breath, your wet mittens steaming. Where the fresh air tastes like winter green or spearmint fresh, cool, tasty.

Mainers Are Trained How To Tame The Snow Of A Maine Winter. We Put Snow In It’s Place And Life Goes On Without Missing A Beat Or Shedding A Tear Of Lament. Thank You Maine DOT Highway Crews For What You Do To Clear, Salt, Patrol Our Extensive Network Of Roads.

Wet outerwear when you do retreat inside hung up on a wooden rack to dry in front of a wood heater. To have it ready for the next trip outside to hear the crunch crunch crunch of snow under your winter boots with the felt liner inserts.

Dry and warm trumps wet, cold and heavy any day of the week in any Maine weather. Interior Maine winters are dry humidity and not damp unless you are along the coast. It’s like Arizona vs Florida for humidity and dryness. And the Eskimos are right about 50 kinds of snow. And what happens to snow when it is left to harden or crystalize.

A Maine winter is hot chocolate, bonfire outside, long underwear. It’s holiday lights of all colors. It’s angles on tree tops, larger ones made by kids on their backs staring up. Using their legs and arms like ping ball machine levers to leave shapes in the powdery snow. Maine winters are crust layers over loose snow made from melting action like a meringue sealer.

Winter is the smell of pine, fir, holly and mistletoe. Of fudge, pies, holiday turkey, whipped potatoes, green bean casseroles. The smell of soups and chowders. Of Christmas movie reruns of Rudolph or old black and white traditional flicks. The sounds of Christmas carols. Reminders of lost loved ones spiked by the memories of winter growing up in Maine. Winter means egg nog, cuddling, pulling the covers up and over your ears. Winter can be dogs and cats in sweaters walking their owners. Or is it the other way around in Maine?

Winter in Maine is snow on trees that release with a puff of dust. It is a time of candy canes, making New Year’s promises, to prepare for spring’s re-birth. It’s Christmas, Santa, a new born baby in a manger. Winter is no mosquitoes, heated car seats, turtle neck sweaters. It’s school snow days. It’s messed up hair days and scratchy heads under wool hats.

Maine Is Snow Sled, Snowmobile Heaven. Ride The Trails That Connect The Small Towns Easily On Your Ski Doo, Polaris, Yamaha, Arctic Cat Or Older Machine. Maybe A Snow Jet, Skiroule, Moto-Ski Or Maybe A Rupp, Kawasaki, Ski Whiz Or John Deer.

Maine winter means grilled cheese or tuna or chicken sandwiches and steaming hot tomato soup in a bowl or a mug. It’s thermoses of piping hot coffee served up outside during a work break. It’s a hot tub to soak your bones, the same ones warmed up another way next to the wood cook stove.

Winter is big bowls of hot spicy chili or cold micro brew at a Maine ski lodge. It’s playing cribbage at a snow sledding cabin just off the trails. Where your cell phone signal is sketchy. But you enjoy the break, the real freedom from mobile devices. Winter is taking a card of a giving tree and then setting off to find a toy or something warm for clothing for the age on the card of the child you do not know.

Life does not stop for winter.

But you change inside to adapt to the weather change. Winter keeps it new and different just like the habits of spring, summer, fall in Maine offer different experiences of the same places. Weather changes everything in a good way to keep boredom from happening of the same ole same ole meh. There are lots of things to do for fun in Maine during the winter.

Think of the bird’s searching for food and hang up the suet, the feeds with seeds. Take your dog with you on walks. Turn out those barn dwelling cows and horses, pigs, boats and sheep. Watch them roll in the new snow. See and hear the happy kids getting exercise and pushed off the couch to make snow angles. To make perfecting hand crafted ammo for a snow ball fight.

Winter in Maine is a time of reflection, a period when your senses sharpen and everything is real.

Happy To Be Alive. To Survive The Long Slide Down A Very Steep Hill. Sliding, Playing Outside And Dressed Warm In Layers For Maine Winter Fun.

Nothing is neglected inside or outside as you keep up with the new snow storms and what they leave around our homes, that needs plowing in our roadways and streets. Understanding winter is hard for someone that only reads about it.

But visit a Maine lighthouse in winter and you will see what the temperatures can do to sharpen the experience. Or looking out over the mountainside when you are pole planted and developing a thousand yard stare. That kind of detachment and letting go is the most incredible feeling of serenity that I know when all this beauty of unspoiled Maine is displayed around us. Images of winter solitude.

Look up at the stars during winter in a Maine sky. It’s powerful stuff when no light pollution or smog happens to diminish that wonderment. See how new snow changes everything in your familiar surroundings that magically change your outlook when you live in Maine. Winter means we still go to school, have to go to work. But you will not find a more beautiful place than Maine in winter to live, work and play.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

207.532.6573 | info@mooersrealty.com |

MOOERS REALTY 69 North ST Houlton ME 04730 USA

November 18, 2018
Maine, Big State, Low Population | Spend Time Finding You In ME.

In the 1960’s there were fists raised high, shaking them at the Establishment.

Peace man, lava lights, bell bottoms, free loving the one you’re with, draft card and flag burning. Hell no, we won’t go. And many tie dyed t-shirt and headband lads and lassies needing a bath hopped the border into Canada to avoid the war in Vietnam. Waiting there eh? Until the get out of jail free amnesty card.

Have All You Need In Or Want A No Thank You Helping Of Something Sliced On The Maslow Hierarchy List ?

And after we got our boys and gals home, the migration of back to the land lovers headed to Maine to settle down. To find themselves. To start a new chapter of their lives in Maine.

Read one story of a group of young men from New Jersey who started the Crow Hill Settlement on two grand a piece.

Feeling lied to by the media, not trusting Big Brother to make it all right like your Mom used to be able to do as a young tike. That was part of the getting away to Maine and start over.

But also the attractive of cheap land, friendly accepting people and a population generally fewer in number than these young people we used to made the area conducive for homesteading. For awhile.

Winter weather had a sobering effect on the happy camper attitudes.

Making a living on minimum wage, migrant field work and several low paying part time hit or miss jobs took the luster of moving to Maine too. Without many skills but full of hope, something else and vinegar, some stayed. Dug in and made do. Others defected. Kept rolling like a rock and looking to find something missing.

(Sang Way Way Off Key) “Whole Earth In Your Hand… You Have The …. “

Maslow back in 1943 came up with a paper on the hierarchy of needs list. What we need to make us tick best. To tow the line, to keep time and march with the masses.

The owner’s manual to you and me was defined in basic needs terms. With 1954 came a book on self actualization, motivation and personality. The colorful graphic does look a little like the Darker Side of The Moon Pink Floyd album cover. We are like prisms that emit and absorb colors right?

What’s that Donna Fargo song I use to spin on Saturday Night Country Jamboree as a teenager DJ, back when they were live and local. About “You Can’t Be A Beacon If Light Don’t Shine“.

Lots in that spinning vinyl 45 rpm about you can’t expect forgiveness if you don’t practice it, or for someone to be honest and true if you don’t practice what you preach. Amen.

Donna claimed to be “The Happiest Girl In The Whole USA”.

Yes, it is a skippity do da day Funny Face.

Thank you Lord. Wake up sleepy head. The infection of some happy people bothers others most that lack inner joy. That are just not in the same frame of mind. An Eeyore Donna was not. Her rainbow colors were not blue.

Hiking, Dining On Food Cooked Outside. Feasting On This Kind Of Maine Scenery. Priceless.

And even Maslow worked with some greats like Einstein, others with clip boards and white doctor’s frocks. That studied the gray matter of the mind, but he did not want to spend his time with his rolled up sleeves and burning the midnight oil on what man has for personality defects.

Not focused on the what’s wrong. But what is needed to be right minded, at peace and contented.

The study of what makes the majority of us happy was the bull’s eye on the target. For helping the 3 out of 4 of us that are not really mentally ill walking around and fending for ourselves in society. Just a little out of alignment from the blur of life and forgetting how to stay centered.

What makes Jane, Thelma Lou and Joey, Jim Bob swim best with themselves and other fish in the community pool.

Human fulfillment, under achievers needed more social interaction, self actualized folks not so much. And happier with yourself spilled over into being more fun and easier to swallow for others to tolerant.

Human needs, physical ones at the bottom of his pyramid to spiritual or transcendental needs like the cherry on the top.

See The Light, Maine Is The Source.

You can see if we were in the stone age, the key to survival of shelter, food trumped a sense of belonging to a group. The color code labels fit the contemporary day and age and have been fine tuned to what was uncertain for needs became more of a given.

What’s your hierarchy of needs in life knowing when you have kids, family comes first.

But how do those needs when day to days are freed up from the Johnny Jump Up hanging from the kitchen door used when preparing meat and potatoes?

Maine is, always has been a beautiful state to find yourself in.

Happy, sad, healing, growing. Maine gives you space, she tugs on your heart strings. She is a old friend that understands and her drop dead gorgeous settings put you in the right frame of mind. As you detach, regroup, build again a new set of inner wells you supply and replenish.

Day Is Done In Maine. Fresh Rain, Sunset Sunshine Combine.

Getting what you need and building it from within is easier in Maine because distractions of personal safety, heavy traffic, over regulation and high crime are missing. Freeing you up to concentrate on more of the basic needs Maslow considers and the list he put into the colorful pyramid design.

Maine, hasn’t it been way way too long since you set foot in the Pine Tree State?

Come visit Maine. Land here for day, end up spending a lifetime.

Find our tourist traps you look forward to falling into and all those unpublished in four color high gloss hype places that only the seasoned locals know and share. If you are nice.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

207.532.6573 | info@mooersrealty.com |

MOOERS REALTY 69 North Street Houlton ME 04730 USA

October 31, 2016
Blog Post Topics On Other Maine Subjects…

Conversation starters are usually caused by comparing notes eating at local Maine diners.

Elbow to elbow with the pass the black pepper please courtesy exchange. Not just creating. sharing idle chatter filling the time about the Maine weather either. We pick up and have been a hitch hiker too and add to the memory banks with bits and pieces from those of others roaming the state of Maine.

Telling stories, weaving the tales. About where you live now, have lived in the past. And sharing how things roll here seem to compare to there.

Small Town Maine Is All About Home Grown. Not Found Online Because Not Always Reported About Daily.

For example, what does it tell you about areas where the number of bathrooms in a home outnumber the bedrooms by a long shot.

Maybe in Maine the outbuildings dominate the house they surround. Carry over from living on a Maine farm or moving into a property that was one in a former life use.

In my day job to pay the bills, the kid’s braces and other expenses, it is not just conversations about the real estate in Maine for sale either. Lots of the other topics than property listings in Maine from A to Z covered.

Cat Nap In Maine. The Snippets, Moments Are A String Of Magic.

And property taxes probably comes up more than any other topic.

Everyone thinking they are too high or that we are not getting our money’s worth.

Working too hard to let go of the currency on this side of the border with Canada. That is worth about .69 cents US compared to where red maple leaf flutter.

If you have never been to Maine, don’t start believing the myths either. About polar bears, igloos, dogsled teams for daily transportation to and fro.

It is not like that in Vacationland. Really.

More about the Maine weather today. The seasons, climate, weather of Maine taken apart for just the straight scoop. Maine weather. By far the most maligned topic of any that we have to correct folks on in a nice, respectful way.

Apply Ice. Playing By The Rules. Living Simply In Maine.

And divorce topics because they happen here in Maine too like everywhere else. For lots of reasons.

And what about worry? I read somewhere that worry is like praying for something you don’t want to see happen. Why would you when it is put in those terms?

More quotations on worry.

So if you stumbled onto this Me In Maine blog post stream realize the hunt and peck in other venues happens daily too.

Because information about small Maine town, living in one is not everywhere you look online. Kinda specialized and purely rural thinking that is simple, real, rewarding.

We take requests for blog post creation on anything Maine.

What would you like to know more about from a local who hangs his hat here and takes notes. Is willing to compare them show and tell fashion with pictures and words.

Please sample our image stream on Maine. The show and tell videos on living in small town Maine.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

207.532.6573 | info@mooersrealty.com |

MOOERS REALTY 69 North Street Houlton Maine 04730

January 18, 2016
Questions From The Answers, Sometimes More Is Needed.

In depth, long extended play anything is the most rewarding right?

But today in the quickness of drive through and multi tasking, cutting to the chase can miss much.

Like Monarch or Cliff’s Notes for the high school or college student that waited until the night before the exam to read War and Peace.

Or some other epic that just time did not allow to digest and report the findings to earn the sheepskin. The letter grade to move along people. There is nothing more to see here. Step along now. Show’s over.

Maine. The Little Things That Are Missing In Urban Living’s Hustle Bustle. Less Is More. Turns Up The Awareness.

Sometimes the longest book is not the most words either right?

Pass the big easy to read print or the filler, fluff like Wonder Bread pumped with mostly hot air. Fools on first glance.

But back to the question answers causing more questions. Because not enough is plopped on the cafeteria tray. As it slides down the highly polished aluminum rails with the sneeze protective glass barrier under your nose.

To make sure you keep your distance and don’t spray whatever germs you have.

Or collect the ones someone else brought to the party.

I worked at a broadcast facility or two in the Bangor Maine area during and after college graduation. And the almighty clever, catchy sound bite. That tickles and gets the attention of the masses. Deep in thought about lots of other things besides the news of the day.

It was like the perfect shot used to fill these blog posts. Like ice in a tall glass of cold, pure, all natural Maine water. Or something squeezed from the whatever was picked from the vine out from the back forty.

Children, Our Greatest Entertainment, Investment In Maine Small Town Living.

Something that was tip of the ice berg illuminating. Quick like a bunny efficient. Like the commands to herd the kids along at bedtime. When it is beyond time for lights out.

But what happens when not enough on this, this and that subject are all there is?

Isn’t it like empty calories? Yes, you are eating, funneling down the gullet lots of bulk, filler but not enough of the stuff you can really sink your teeth into to get down to the nitty gritty.

The juiciest part of the knowledge to take a bite out of like when you are on a walk in the country. And spy with your little blue, brown or whatever eye color a gift from Johnny Appleseed. Rachel Raspberry or Suzie Wild Strawberry. And reach up, down over over. To pluck, bite into the crisp, tart and refreshing that is heirloom rich in the case of the apple of your eye.

Not GMO alterered to look good, taste okay but just a bad photo copy of what you should of had.

Yeah, we’ve hunt and pecked about the merits of Maine organic food before.

Warm Up, Get Close, Settle Back And Relax. Whew. You Made It. You’re In Maine.

Taking the time to glean and graze on the A to Z of a subject you know little about today. Or one you thoroughly enjoy and do know a little bit about and more than many of the other average bears. Time, how you allocate it and putting it all into balance.

Priorities to establish in the household so kids know another to not forget this, but remember that. So balance can happen.

The kind to keep a person from going wobbly and to know what they need and must have to be grounded, centered, full of joy.

I am glad I live in Maine because of lots of reasons.

Primary and foremost is it is a place with space that allows you to know waste time worried about being in someone else’s proximity. Their center of the Universe Ground Zero. Get down to your own level.

Herding Cats, In Maine Don’t Try To. They Run, Rule The Roost.

To free you up to pursue digging in and becoming more with your own talents and resources. No time wasted in traffic or worried about crime.

More time for focusing on what is real important and not artificial or stacked high with layers of players. To push the paperwork of over burdened local regulations and enforcement.

Maine is simple living and all that is removed to clear the table to get down to the meat and potatoes of it all. To feast on what really tickles the senses.

To get you the full meal deal and extended play, the version of the book like Stephen King’s The Stand that the author went back.

Adding another 500 pages to for a re-read of literary left overs… the best kind when you cherish it more the second time around. And see what was missed the first read, added for the second one.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

207.532.6573

info@mooersrealty.com

69 North St, Houlton ME 04730

August 24, 2015
Pace Yourself When You Are In Maine, Easy Does It.

Maine, is too much of a good thing a bad thing?

When you find yourself living in Maine full time, it is often like a horse put out to pasture. After a long stint of being inside a winter box or standing stall. And only dining on two sessions of three flakes of hay, grain, a big slurp of water per day.

Shining The Way, With Sight And Sound To Avoid The Craggy Maine Rock Bound Coastline.

And suddenly pasture clover springs up, surrounds you for as far as the eye can gawk.

Kicking up the heels happens and hand gallop running happens.

Nothing holding you back. No longer hemmed in. The smells of spring lushness, newness. Along with getting down on all fours. Then timber…. lean and dropping to the ground. To get on your back with all legs skyward.

As the back, spine is self scratched in the rich, cool ground cover of green, white and pink flowers. Mixed with other tasty conservation seed mix and meadow cover. Springing up in the back forty of the Maine farm land.

Easy does it or you can get sick.

Like too much pink and blue spun sugar cotton candy after all those round and round. Up and down washing machine rides. Worn ragged trying to hit all the tourist attractions can happen.

Slow down Pilgrim. It is not like NASCAR fast food funneled to the gullet. Not look out teeth and gums, here it comes to bottom out. Hit the stomach.

Savor, slow food collect, dine on the outdoor moments that are so magical in Maine.

Sure, hit the list of must do stops in Maine.

Then mosey on over to gander at the other less publicized ones. Adventuring in four wheel drive, on foot or skis or paddling. Into the off road ones the brochure left out too. When you live in Maine, Vacationland land, that six hour or more drive out of staters have to put under their belt times two.

It all changes.

Home Made, Real, All Natural. That’s Maine.

There is no just a too far inbetween long weekend, one vacation pause a year to fill. When you can hear the clock ticking in a deafening way. Not when you live full time, have relocated or are lucky enough to live in Maine for good.

I am lucky where I live to be able to hit the coast in 90 miles. To sample ocean clams, lobsters that start out green and end up red. To walk around a lighthouse, along the shoreline.

Or tomorrow will climb Haystack Mountain for a younger set of legs along for the hike in Castle Hill, Aroostook County Maine. There is a picnic area across the road at the base of the Haystack. Horse Mountain, a junior mountain 1400′ tall is another beginner option at Baxter Park which is just a hour away.

On the way to whatever the headliner option is in Maine, the opening acts to add to the buffet shuffle can be cherry picked.

Tomorrow the lumberman’s museum in Patten Maine is an option.

Doing a loop over to Rt 11 and around the Crown of Maine. As we trek up through the Allagash, I take a couple photos and put up a real estate sign in Oxbow heading for Ashland. To hang a right and roll into the base parking area of Haystack Mountain.

Simple Child Like Curiosity, Respect For The Fragile In All Relationships.

Ah, but a little thing the farmers in Maine during planting, harvest especially know all about too well.

The weather in Maine, could put a giant monkey wrench in the gears, the works.

So hang loose, take it easy in Maine.

Make sure you bring the kids to get them started on the Maine traditions. To pass on to their little ones.

Have a back up plan to drain some of the energy of youth. To exercise with major scenery and plenty of fresh clean air with some photo opts.

We’ll be sure to share, post Maine images of whatever we end up doing. Don’t we always leave a trail of Maine blog post ramblings and supporting photos?

Eye candy porn dropped online like trail breadcrumbs. To attract you to Maine, the way life should be.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

207.532.6573

info@mooersrealty.com

May 29, 2015
Run Away, Get Lost, Find The Space In Maine.

You and I are taught early on the importance of the basics.

Air, water, food, love and shelter are pretty essential to maintain your state of health. But when you live in a place with the space called Maine, it is pretty easy to overlook the obvious for needs to be happy and content. No space, no peace is what happens.

Negative People Are Not Mountain Climbers. Get High Up, Surround Yourself With Positive People.

You’ve heard the wail in the backseat of a family sedan about “Mommmmm, he is in my space again.”.

As the head swivels, body twists and the index finger, a stern look are transmitted like speed of thought eerie lightning. The hard glance telegraphed sharp as broken shards of glistening glass.

No over crowding, less people, space is not a premium in Maine.

The acreage is large, the housing stock is roomy too. And it is all low cost because of the sheer abundance of both. Our location insulates us. Protects the need for space inside all of us.

When you have more than enough space around you relaxation happen. Easy does it, settle down can take place.

You find you can breathe, not have the worry about bumping into someone else’s private cushion of space. Expecting too that the same won’t happen to you too.

And when you remove the worry of keeping a safe distance of ten miles per car extra clearance. To avoid collision like in driving, the lack of overcrowding causes another thing to happen.

Suddenly you are more concerned about the fewer people that are down the road. Around the neighborhood from where you live in Maine. Like smaller classrooms, less kids, more attention, better learning.

All Year Long, Maine Is Outdoor Living. This Is Where Best Discussions Are Held. In Family, For Issues Facing Small Maine Towns.

The awareness of the wildlife increases in Maine. The critters of all kind like us need uninterrupted space on land and water too.

The protection of the environment spikes. Then thoughts about what are you eating, how are you doing taking care of the one body issued to you start to roll on the mental film projection.

Splashing on the back of the inside of your head. From the time back there early in life.

When wearing, sporting only a birthday suit.

Someone holding you high by the ankles and administering a quick slap on the keester.

The one to grow on as you head up and out off the assembly line. Come on get a rhythm as the man in black sings.

Maybe the blues happen to many because of life in a space the size of a fish bowl.

And no place to hide, recharge or unplug because of all that out in the open glass.

Always on display for all to see.

It is way way different living conditions in simple, rural Maine.

Take a step, make the leap.

Maine Is Having Land, Using It For Farming, Hobbies. Or Just Enjoying Wide Open Space.

Out into the wild blue and green yonder of wonder dubbed Maine.

I was lucky enough to be surrounded by plenty of space growing up on a Maine potato farm.

I had a little more space to roam. Than someone trying to pull off living in an area the size of a suburban walk in closet, raising a family with walls in your face.

The day to day with zero lot lines inside the property. Forget about that condition just outside the living space of sticks and bricks. If you can call the green strip a yard.

Can you achieve peace and quiet without space that removes all that steals it?

Maine. The recipe for something tasty and memorable in life starts with a large heaping, helping of space. Add some crystal clean, unspoiled recreational water, infuse with breathe deep the deep blue fresh air. And Mister Man, you are cooking with gas.

The sky is the limit in how high you can go with the natural buzz. Inside you because you have room inside, outside to move around with freedom leading your life in Maine.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

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May 18, 2015