Maine Day 19: Owl's Head and Ice Cream

Just days before we moved away from Maine as our school-year residence, I asked the lady giving me a haircut, if she had one day remaining in Maine, where would she go?  She replied, "Owl's Head."  She told me there was a beautiful beach there in a cove just inland from the tip but still on the peninsula.  Shielded from the wind, but nearly 360-degree views.  I put it on my mental Maine Bucket List and here we are, going there.

Grace got the shivers from the cold Maine ocean because, bless her little heart, she's only 33 pounds soaking wet and just can't sustain her core temperature for that long.  So we buried her in the warm, soft sand at her request, while Geoff ran to the van (poor, poor sandy van) to retrieve her little white beach robe.  

It was Eloise's first time at the ocean this year, so I made her stand in one spot for a photograph, although it was nearly impossible as every time I put her down and backed away for a second to squat down and take the picture, she'd run in for a hug, over and over.  Finally I pleaded for Geoff's help and the whole thing seemed so silly I decided to just have some fun with the photo and make her look extra tiny with the proximity of this ball.  Believe it or not, with some tape, this beach ball as survived ever since the circus otherwise known as the day we bought the van.  I've been enjoying playing with space and proportion this summer just for fun.  I tried it when we were at Lincoln Beach as well the week prior.  Can you spot which photograph?

On our way home, we stopped for ice cream at this charming little ice cream stand.  It was also Eloise's first ice cream cone (a tiny one)!  The stand had some colorful Adirondack chairs overlooking a stunning farm & ocean view, and this little yellow playhouse.  

That evening, Geoff and I made teriyaki skewers, inspired by the fresh vegetables from the garden.  While he prepared the food, I took the girls out for a little walk, and they found a patch of flowers down the road where the flowers were taller than they were.  There's magic at every turn here.  And everywhere, really, if you can see from a child's perspective.