Watch now (1 min) | Good morning! It’s Sunday—and here in my corner of Maine, it’s a very special Sunday. We’re sitting at a picnic table overlooking the Bagaduce, a tidal river that feeds into Penobscot Bay. The air smells of salt water, low tide, and such a specific aroma of fryolator that I could pinpoint our location even if you blindfolded me. It’s one of the earliest smells I can remember.
Beautiful end of the day read,thank you God bless Maine
Beautiful! I so wish you could transport smells over the internet along with descriptions. You’d think Apple could get to work on that.
Smells are our most evocative senses. So many symbolize the change of seasons.! Thanks for the lovely water image.
Beloved spot smells and all. Ebb tide. I bet you’ll post a photo of your cone.
Is today The Day?
Fried fish! Fried anything, is SOOO good! I can practically smell that fryolater aroma! I'll take a lobster roll with a side of French fries and onion rings, fried extra crispy, please. That's for after I deal with Mr. Fisher's not very friendly fishes in that fissure. Thanks Clara!!
If summer had to end at least it’s ending somewhere gorgeous and yummy!! There are some smells from childhood that instantly transport you back in time. For me it’s the smell of sage, forest and a babbling stream.
How could it be September 10th!!!!???
Loving the thoughts and poetry, but I must say, the red table caught my eye!
I love that quote! Very thought-provoking. It helps to explain why two people can remember the same sequence of events so differently.
Heavenly, Clara, as always! Your waterside respites are always my favorites. 💕🌟💕
Lovely! The Fisher limerick is so cute- that’s my cat’s name!
One of my favourite places, ever, the rushing, magical tidal wall, the Lunch!
There once was a lady Down East,
Who attended a picnic feast
She said, "summer is done
But no end to the fun,
Although winter can be a beast!"
Clara, Thank you for sharing this very special spot. D