Foghorns will likely sound less often on the Maine coast this year. For some, the nostalgia is already as thick as pea soup.
By winter’s end (even in a weirdly warm year like this one), we Mainers have gotten pretty good at making our own fun. And what better way to entertain ourselves (and salute the spring) than with a friendly wager on when the ice will disappear on the nearest lake?
Can you name this lustrous little waterfall and the city where it’s found?
Sarah Cellier scours Maine’s thrift and antique shops for rare haute couture to please a growing (and international) clientele.
Blooming forsythia, the smell of thawing Maine earth, no more parking bans — what harbinger of spring do you most look forward to?
Opinions, advisories, and musings from the length and breadth of Maine.
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