Gentle Years

The first shot is my property at left and my brother's/mother's property at right-a view from the road; the second shot is my son riding his bicycle to my mother's house from our house; and the third shot is the pond across the road from our house.

Yesterday I took the boys to my mother's pit and found this purple liatris growing at the top of the hill.

Across from our house is a bog/pond/marsh-it has all three designations, depending on what part of the waterway you're on.  It's about three miles long and runs the length of our road, disappearing into the base of the mountains where it begins.

As a child, my bedroom faced south, which meant that we could listen to the water rushing over the dam all night long-a sound that will forever be one of my favorites.

I learned to swim here, to skate here, to fish here, to canoe here.  It is still a special place to me.

Our son just loves the tulips, and I have to say that I'll never grow tired of seeing the first signs of spring each year.

In this first shot I'm actually taking a picture of the cat and pumpkin on the window and it came out with both my own reflection and the foliage reflected in the background-much cooler than what I had intended.

The second shot is our front door.  I bought the witch at Reny's Maine Adventure on our family trip.  RB thinks it's really cool that she flew into the door and got smushed there (my story).

Below are the boys playing on the porch and the side of the lawn.

This post is not about Robert McCloskey's book, but about the sunrise that I waited for on Saturday that never came due to the fog rolling over the pond.  Still got some great shots, and some later shots of both the pond and the river.