After two plus months of summertime fun, I got back to work. Here’s my latest feature (also found here). (Photo
~ My in-laws were visiting from Colorado this past weekend and a trip to Concord to see Emerson’s Old Manse and the surrounding national park was in order. The highlight of the trip? A stroll through and around the garden, planted by Henry David Thoreau for Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne who were renting the house at the time.
We are going on our second year in the antique rental house. And I can feel the familiar calling of fall now that the hard little pears are starting to fall to the ground with a distinctive thud. I wish I knew what kind of pears they are or what to do with them. We have two trees of the same mysterious variety. They get to be slightly smaller than a baseball and stay rock hard throughout the growing season. Last year I left a number of them on the counter for weeks at a time and they just got harder, not softer. It doesn’t matter if I pick them off the tree or wait until they fall; they are impenetrable to both tooth and knife. Most of them take on the physical characteristics of a potato with weird knobs and divots rather than the classic pear shape (though the photo does not show this) so I’m wondering if I
The Old Manse Prairie and I went for our weekly Wednesday history tour today and settled on The Old Manse
It’s been nine months since we moved to Massachusetts and some days I still am in awe of the history surrounding us and in all directions. Don’t get me wrong, some days I’m also completely immune to it. Another stone wall rambling alongside the road? Snooze. An old garrison from the Revolutionary War just sitting there 6 feet from the road? Yawn. But some days, and Wednesday was one of them, I am speechless and completely enthralled. Wednesday, I decided to take advantage of more good weather (and an extended preschool day) and drive the 15 minutes to Concord so Prairie and I could walk a portion of the Battle Road Trail. The Battle Road Trail runs five miles, winding through the farmland, woods, and wetlands between Concord and Lexington. More specifically, it is also the route the British took from Boston into Concord to seize munitions stored by colonists. On April 19, 1775 after the brief battle at the
~ This is how our Patriot’s Day began – a beautiful, crisp morning in Concord watching a reenactment of a skirmish between the Red Coats and Minutemen followed by a parade, watched from atop a stone wall. The rest of the day was spent in disbelief and horror, watching and reading news about the explosions at the Boston Marathon. I still can’t really process it and how people can do this to each other. The city will never be quite the same for me.
When we first moved to town there were two places people repeatedly asked us if we had visited: Kimball Farm’s
The weather is turning cooler, the afternoons are getting darker, and I suddenly find myself craving flavored lattes – those