Memorial Day Weekend in New Hampshire. Nestled up near the Canadian border, Pittsburg sits unassuming. It’s crufty, worn, and strong like the old barns that dot its landscape. The old barns are a nod to the farming landscape that used to be abundant, vibrant, and thriving as a way of life. Every year I get to trek up to this country. I think about the family members I…
The significance of a tree. The big old pine has been with me my entire life. It sits vigilantly by the old road, at the lake. The pine is not ancient in the way of trees. It’s a tall pine that managed to avoid the clutches of the hurricane back in 1938 when so many of the big pines got blown down and, as a result, still sit…
Anyone who has ever lived in an old farmhouse during the winter has a special appreciation for what it is to feel warm, inside. 🙂 In an old farmhouse, it’s about waking up to frosty windowpanes, and watching the curtains blow, ever so slightly, to the rhythm of the wind blowing in through the cracks in the casings. It’s listening to the sporadically rattling old storm windows that…
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