It rained the complete time we were in Maine—all a few days of it. It was not only our initial stop by to the condition, but also my husband’s birthday weekend. Beneath any other conditions, I’d have invested my time standing at the window, glowering up at the sky. But tucked absent into the Sparrow’s Nest, I was grateful for my time indoors. If there at any time was a spot that designed it effortless to burrow in and get cozy, this was it.
The Sparrow’s Nest was a fortunate get. We experienced in the beginning relied on mates for tips on which city we really should pick out and where we really should continue to be, but I immediately recognized that much of Maine was winding down for the winter—and we experienced set off our arranging for also long. On what was a last ditch effort at making the vacation function, I noticed an just about-also-rather cottage on Airbnb with minimal remaining availability. It was not on the weekend we desired, nor a city we were being hunting to go to, but concerning the dreamy photographs of an all-white cottage bathed in gentle and the glowing opinions, I scrambled to guide it.
Boothbay Harbor was about a 6-hour generate from Connecticut, an hour or so past Portland. A seaside city, it embodied almost everything I had assumed to be quintessential Maine with its craggy edges and shoreline forests. As we drove up the quiet region highway foremost to the Sparrow’s Nest, I understood we’d produced the suitable selection.
The appeal of Sparrow’s Nest, with its barn doors, worn shiplap, and sharply pitched roof, seemed like a New England postcard. Even at 1st look, the cottage, with its superbly landscaped lawn and tree-lined edges exuded tranquility. After within, its immaculate, all-white interiors and rustic-chic decor only underlined that perception of relaxed.
It was each individual little bit the sanctuary we didn’t know essential. Our bed room arrived with high-class linens and flooring-to-ceiling views of the yard. The ethereal kitchen—with its brick flooring, rustic kitchen table, and Italian oven—would make Nancy Meyer proud, and was equipped with every thing we needed to cook, and much additional. It is wherever we invested the most time, lingering around leisurely breakfasts (there was an exceptional set of speakers for music) and ingesting too several cups of regionally-sourced espresso and a great deal of wine.
A winding painted staircase led up from the kitchen to a lounge with a daybed and a next bedroom with an antique steel mattress. On drizzly early mornings, I would climb up with a e-book and a mug of espresso to watch the rain from underneath the vaulted ceiling. In far better climate, I may possibly have sat on the balcony—the operator Suzie’s most loved spot.
The cottage itself, which has the sleek air of an outdated house, was built from scratch by Suzie’s spouse Neal, a learn craftsman. The house was a working farm in the 1800s, and when they bought the house in 2004, it was all forest.
“Neal created the whole cottage himself with the incredibly trees that after surrounded the assets,” clarifies Suzie. And the pair has ongoing to structure as time passed—our mattress was created with old beams from a previous inn in New Hampshire that was operational in the 1700s.
