One of the things we really love about small towns and summer are the local farms and farmers markets. This summer we hit lots of them. A visit to the farmers market always seems to peak my culinary creativity and start a salivation marathon. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the aroma of sweet pastries and the sights of bright produce keeps me coming back. The small towns on Mt. Desert Island staggered their markets which meant we could be at the Bar Harbor farmers market on Sunday morning, at the Northeast Harbor market on Thursday morning, and visit the Town Hill market late afternoon on Friday. And if that wasn’t enough, there is a farm stand two miles up the road.
The bright green leaves have changed into a spectrum of oranges, yellows, and reds, the robins dancing around plucking worms are scarce, and the morning frost has returned from its summer hiatus – both of which are cues to start the southerly migration. The summer has flown by and our time in Maine was spectacular. We were treated to perfect weather, spoiled by great coworkers who became fast friends, and are pleased that so many friends and family came to visit our Maine paradises. As our time here is winding down and we make plans for the winter the idea of coming back to Maine next year brings a smile to our faces.