Maine in the off-season has a different kind of light. The colours are different, surprising, more fleeting. Some trees feel positively asian as they bud. The houses need painting.
It's quieter and there is more time, fewer people, more rain, a different pace altogether.
When most everything was done, I spent far too much time hovering over images on Pinterest, my new toy, but I also went out to the barn, quite cold in the off-season, and arranged my supplies.
There was a tatty piece of shelf liner that made it into my plastic stash and in a frenzied moment I tried it out. It is the melon colour and did you know a straw can be ironed flat?