Fading Februrary

Well, the old groundhog did his thing, came out of his hole and saw his shadow- or maybe he didn't- and for some unknown reason, this phenomenon convinces everyone that there will be six more weeks of winter. How many do we get if he sees the opposite? That has never been discussed, and frankly, I am sick and tired of allowing a small, furry rodent determine our fate. Speaking of fate, though not really, I would like to speak about Boothbay Harbor's finest attraction- okay, so if you are a local, this falls farther down on your list, but that is okay. I am speaking of Windjammer Day's, this year June 22nd and 23rd. A fine event that brings a bounty of people to the area to view local crafts, fantastic tall ships, and boundless selections to tantalize the tastebuds. If you have never- and if you are reading this, you probably have- been to a Windjammer's Day celebration, then you should definatly come and check it out. The towns of Boothbay Harbor and Boothbay, whilst always beautiful, during these few days, are like the middle age woman who pulls out her prom dress and finds that it still fits. Or to use another cliche, the towns put their best feet forward(whatever that means). So come one, come all, to view the this area in its glory-witness the tall ships arrive, the splendid fireworks, the tasty aroma of traditional Maine cuisine wafting through the air. And you if you think that you might like to, we here at Fisherman's Wharf are at the heart of it all, right on the harbor, with spectactular views of all the events(except maybe when people stuff themselves full of pancakes, that is not in town). Our rooms are filling up fast, so make the call, book a room, and experience the best that Boothbay Harbor has to offer- if only for a day or two.

Almost Halfway There

Yes, folks, we are almost halfway through Februrary, which isn't saying much, as the month is only twenty-eight days long. But I ask you, whoever you happen to be- why does a month that is only twenty-eight days seem so long? I speak from my experiences as a New Englander pretty much all my life- except for that silly time where I grew up in New York City(where it always rains in the winter, and whatever snow we got was never white)- February is the kind of month that seems to limp along. I bet if you ask the folks down in Washington D.C. and Baltimore, they might agree with me. Here in Maine, we haven't had much snow- the Wharf's parking lot is bare and ice free(which is a rare event in the winter)- but the temperatures have been cold. Of course, this leads to the discourse about the activities that are appropriate for times when it is too cold to go outside, but I digress; four more days, and we will be half through with this month. Valentine's Day is coming up, and I am sure that the Hallmark card department is working overtime and the whomever makes all the chocolates that people buy are in full production. And yes, folks, Valentine's Day is the central hub around which this month spins, exactly fourteen days into the month, celebrating the abundance of love or the lack thereof, or somewhere in between. So, I would encourage everyone, grab someone warm and something cold, stay inside, and dream simple dreams of warm breezes off the ocean, the cries of diving seagulls, and a plate of the best onion rings in Boothbay Harbor at the Fisherman's Wharf Inn.

Februrary Dawning

Here we are, in the month of Februrary, one step closer to summer. Februrary has always been the hardest month, despite the clear fact that it is the shortest. The days are getting brighter, later, which is always a treat; however, some good the extra light does for you when the breath steaming from you mouth freezes as soon as it hits the air. The month always seems to be full of cold bitter wind, frozen snows and little sunshine. I say this now, as I look outside to bright blue sky and only moderatly cold tempatures here in Boothbay Harbor; but I know, that lurking close by is the harsh reality of Maine winter. So gather 'round your loved ones, put a light to that log in the fire, grab a good book, and settle in for twenty-eight days. Soon it will be March, then shortly thereafter it will be April- Fisherman's Festival is a great event at the end of April, everyone should come check it out- then May, and that, my friends (if there are any) is the beginning of summer. Long days and pleasant nights and a nice cold mug of ale at the Fisherman's Wharf Inn in Boothbay Harbor, ME.