If your grandparents or you yourself grew up on a Maine farm, any property with some land to afford horses, cows, small critters and say chickens, goats, sheep, you know the special early morning feeding, graining, watering ritual.
It could be a cold winter early Maine morning outside with a full moon stilled parked high overhead.
Your laced up snow boots with wool socks underneath crunch and pack as you make for the barn.
As you enter, instantly the smell of hay you bailed last summer, an increase in temperature from the animals only greets you. The snort, one horse kicks at 
the hemlock standing stall side boards, another cribs on the box stall top timber you plan to wrap in metal this afternoon.
To help with his bad chewing habit he can not seem to break on his own, despite your scolding, counseling.
All the horses, cows, animals turn to nod hello, knowing the drill, routine. You are going to bring them a coffee can of grain, the good kind with mollasses, corn and other quality ingredients. Just like you did yesterday. And the day before. Sometimes with a grand child as a helper, extra farm hand.
Climbing up in to the hay loft ladder in to the barn attached to the horse shed. Then throwing down some square hay bales, the eighty pound 
variety through a trap door you raise, then lower to protect any one going through playing in the barn later on that might not know it is there.
Peeling off flakes after kneeing in to the hay bale to remove the twine holding it tight, together from field to barn storage.
Tossing a few flakes in the stall manager in front of every hay burner in the place.
Then pulling the lever on the frostless water line carefully put below frost with the line under two inches of styrofoam insulation to make sure it flows all winter long to the barn.
Wrestling with the garden hose when it did not last year tarnished the early morning experience, communion with the critters.
But not this year due to changes made back when the leaves were vibrant green, on the large maples around the Maine farm you own, enjoy.
You used to chase the dollar in the city far from this small Maine community.
The best of the bunch, cream of the crop, pick of the pack at your high stress position you begged, borrowed, stratched your way to the top of.
Your work, craft both highly lucrative but included with the many zero place income, the same high extreme level of cut throat tactics and pirate maneuvers to get there, stay there.
But always, always knowing you were trading in the material treasures of the position and prestige for new jewels that money can not buy. Maine's stars, the full moon, bright sun, cobalt blue water and skies, emerald green leaves and brilliant velvet night sky pollenated with brilliant stars the real attraction, natural gems. Where your country heart resides.
Did I just describe you in this glimpse at a Maine farm morning ritual of haying, graining, watering the horses, cows, critters? Like the script? You'll do super in the read through screen test. I can get you in to this Maine farm for sale picture, movie. Try on this role, a nearly 90 acre Aroostook County Maine farm with Victorian home, indoor horse riding barn, all the outbuildings, ponds, brook and major scenery for under $300K.
Or for the Bob Vila in you, tackle this 50 acre Dyer Brook Maine farm. The Maine real estate sale, 50 acres of land, includes a weary small country farm home with quite a few ten foot pole marks of total neglect. There's a two car garage and the price tag says (squinting) $35,900.
Farms in Maine for sale. Have them with or without buildings. In all prices ranges between the two gems highlighted above. I am Andrew Mooers, Maine real estate broker for over 34 years. I grew up on and own a 300 acre Maine farm so know the lifestyle, not just the lingo, buzz words. Have picked rocks on the back forty, mended fences Maine moose with poor eye sight stormed through flirting with one of our cows, horses.
Farm life in Maine. Honest, real, wholesome and you'll be in the best physical, mental, spiritual shape of your life when you make the transition from hustle bustle city with the gangs, taser. Leave behind the traffic for a new life backdrop on a Maine farm. The place where you heart has really been all along.
Maine real estate for sale. Grab your piece. Call, text, email, smoke signal, visit us in person when you can pencil it in. Do it before that's you "over the hill". Before you start telling friends and family it's too late using terms like "if I was twenty years younger" in your daily conversations.
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