Monday, September 1, 2014

A man of words………


The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises 
to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
. . . . . Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

It's been many years since I stopped to view Robert Frost's lovely small farm in New Hampshire.
Pristine in the late afternoon sunshine, the farm buildings sit right on the side of the two lane road. 
There are no fences, just rows of native granite, solid and natural, making the property simple and inviting. 

I suggest you stop by if taking the back road as we did on Saturday. . . .the "one less traveled"
It might just make all the difference for you also.

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The 'road' home yesterday was definitely not an easy one.
Mechanical problems caused the plane coming to get us to 
return to Philadelphia. Next one came much later and then 
we were stacked up above 'the city of brotherly love', 
buffeted by wind and rain for long time prior to 
landing - I always dislike that part. 
Then an even later flight out of Philly, where the bad 
weather caused another take-off delay as there were 30 planes 
in line ahead of us trying to get off the ground. I 
could have flown to Europe in that time!
Once up, a smooth run to North Carolina and, right 
at the stroke of midnight, a great feeling turning the
key in the cottage door - safely home again.

Hope you enjoy your Labor Day celebrations - mine will 
definitely be quiet and spent here at home.



Saturday, August 30, 2014

Making a home……


If you're married, or living with a partner, have you 
moved since you first put down roots in a home together?
I was living in a tiny apartment in Washington, D.C. when 
Bob and I married almost fifty years ago! Within a 
couple of weeks we moved to Bob's home town of Manchester, 
New Hampshire . . .  


 . . . and set up house in this lovely home, renting the 
second floor from the elderly French Canadian owners who 
lived downstairs. We had to scrimp to pay the rent - times 
were really tough for us in those days. I would often sit 
on the back steps looking out across the city to 
Mt. Uncanoonuc in the distance - wondering how on earth 
I had ended up so far from my home and family in England.

I was so happy when we drove by the house today and saw 
how well it has been kept up and is obviously loved by its 
current owners. Those simple wooden steps where I sat,
planning my future, knowing I would probably never live 
in England again, have been replaced by lovely decks 
and stairs. 
The garden was neat and attractive and the red front door 
most welcoming. Some windows were open allowing the fresh 
air in. Notice the beautiful front porch, sadly it was a 
part of the house we were not permitted to use. 

My dear in-laws lived a few hundred yards up the street 
and were very kind to me during my New Hampshire years. 
Burying my mother-in-law next to Bob's father this week 
brought back so many memories. We've spent a lot of time 
driving around town and chatting about those early years.
Today we returned to the cemetery to make sure all was well.
It was, and we feel comfortable leaving for home tomorrow 
knowing our loved ones are together again.


Friday, August 29, 2014

Lake Champlain. . . . . . .


Last night we took an unplanned ferry ride across 
Lake Champlain from Vermont to Plattsburgh, New York.

Old style lakefront vacation lodgings - still very attractive when kept up so well.

Returning to Vermont today we drove down through the sunlit 
lake islands to Burlington, arriving back in Manchester, 
New Hampshire - our starting point last Tuesday. 
Our unplanned road trip turn into a lovely vacation - 
the countryside and coastal regions were all so scenic, 
the kindness of the near perfect late Summer weather was 
a most generous extra.


Always an interesting journey………..

No time to write much as we head even further north this morning toward the Canadian border. We didn't expect to get this far and don't have passports with us so will not be venturing into that lovely land, unfortunately!
More of New Hampshire included the Bretton Woods resort, Bethlehem with historic theatre and quaint shops, and a sudden drop in temps. which had me digging out a jacket to ward off the bracing mountain air.
Vermont was awesome and included a tour of the Cabot cheese factory, with nibbles - dinner at the New England Culinary Institute in Montpelier - and scenery to behold!

Looking out at Lake Champlain now and will be on the road after breakfast.
More later.

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