Just for
Maine MomMom
With Love from Rowie

"Mainiacs away from Maine are truly displaced persons, only half alive, only half aware of their immediate surroundings.  Their inner attention is always preoccupied and pre-empted by the tiny pinpoint on the face of the globe called Down East.  They try to live not in such a manner that they will eventually be welcomed into Paradise, but only so that someday they can go home to Maine."
Louise Dickinson Rich

Below is an excerpt from a short story by...
Katherine Butler Hathatway
it reminds me of the state that will always be home to me and in many ways reminds me of
our dear
MomMom

There were two things I noticed and marveled at in my new world.  One of these was the sun and the other was the air.  I had never seen a world so gilded and so richly bathed and blessed by such benign sun as that world was by that sun.  The sun seemed to pour down a lavish, golden, invulnerable contentment on everything, on people, houses, animals, fields--and a sweetness like the sweetness of passion.  The sun had so much room to shine in there.  It had the whole sky to shine in, and it had miles and miles of hills and woods, it had islands and rocks and boats to glisten on and soak into like oil.  And it was thanks to the matchless air that the peninsula that such a flood of sunshine never became a burden.  It always seemed exactly right, golden and voluptuous yet without weight. It was as if the air there were so bouyant that it always lifted up part of the weight of the sun's heat and kept it from ever falling too heavily on our shoulders.  It was indescribable air.  It made every day seem like a gala day.  We never woke up to an ordinary morning.
...................They were so compelling, the divine air and the brillant sun on my doorstep and all around me as far as I could see, that I stopped thinking.  They made thinking seem ridiculous.  The thing that would have been the most natural thing to do was to change into a plant or a fruit tree, and I almost felt myself changing.  There was no tother way to express my thanks for all this, except to burst into leaves and flowers.

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