Waking to the touch of sunshine that is coming through the porthole on my face is a glorious way to begin another day.
I stretch luxuriously beneath the covers before going on deck to greet the morning.
It is so calm boats sit still on the water, and we are surrounded by the beauty that is Buck’s Harbor, one of my favorite places to overnight. The harbor is protected on one side by an island and on the other by the mainland making it a very safe anchorage.
After our first cup of coffee, Maizy is waiting for us to dinghy in so she can have her morning walk.
Ashore is South Brooksville, a sleepy village where much of the activity seems to be at the clubhouse that overlooks the harbor.
There is also a general store that offers fresh brewed coffee and baked goods in the morning
and next door is Buck’s, a restaurant that serves up very tasty dinners.
My favorite place to be when we are here on a Sunday morning is the Methodist church where the minister is a feisty woman with a tattoo on an upper arm.
For some reason, my eyes always get watery here, maybe because it seems such a right place to be or maybe because again and again I am reminded that Maine is a little piece of heaven and I am so grateful to spend part of my life here.
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