Hi. Barb here, working away on the porch in Boothbay Harbor, Maine. So far today we’ve had rain, fog, cool wind, sun, humidity, heat and repeat. Waiting for the hail.
On July 24, my husband Bill and I went on the Boothbay Home and Garden Tour, sponsored by the Boothbay Region Garden Club. We love these types of tours and often take them when we are in Key West in the winter, but this was my first time in Boothbay.
Why do we do this? Well, because the houses and gardens are lovely, that’s for sure. I have always loved houses, beautiful houses, big houses, old houses, tree houses. You name it. And house porn is my favorite kind of porn. Whenever I am in need of mindless entertainment, I head straight for HGTV. My favorite episodes of House Hunters are the ones where a twenty-three year old bride with a deep Texas accent looks at a room that would make a nice child’s bedroom here in the crowded northeast and says, “That’s the master closet?” (shudder) “I just couldn’t live like that.” Somehow that sort of thing never fails to amuse me.
But the main reason I go on these tours is because I am nosy as heck. I just love to see how people live and what better way than to tour five houses? Or actually ten houses, since four of the five had guest houses and one had both a guest house and a carriage house. (Which might have seemed excessive, if the carriage house hadn’t looked like the best writing studio ever.)
And the houses were gorgeous, and luxurious. “I’ve finally learned to go on these things without envy,” I heard a man say to his wife. “Think of them like house museums,” I told him. “You can look but you can’t touch.” Of course, then I did remind my husband on the way home to buy a lottery ticket.
Unfortunately, the houses were all heavily staged, as if for sale, so my nosiness was unrequited. Not that I blame the owners. I don’t think I’d leave personal stuff about if my house was going to be trekked through by hundreds of people, either.
You could tell the gardeners from the house people on the tour. My attitude toward the gardens is, “Oh, how beautiful!” but I have no interest in discussing what plant is what, or how to cultivate it. I want to see fine furniture and antiques and paintings and views, views, views. And I got everything I wished for.