I love it when I come across something that pulls at my heartstrings, something unexpected that catapults me to earlier years, nostalgia flooding me like a pothole after a drenching rain. Yesterday provided one of these moments, a nugget of nostalgia, which came at the most opportune time. As I …
Tales from the Blueberry Field For someone who does not eat blueberries, I have spent quite a lot of time in one particular blueberry field. Pinewald Farm is the name given to my father-in-law’s blueberry (and other assorted fruit) farm in rural Moultonborough, New Hampshire. Here, nestled in the woods …
A weekend in rural New Hampshire is best summed up in a photo gallery – giving it the visual justice that it deserves. From Bretton Woods to Moultonborough, through covered bridges and mountain ranges, by old barns and rocky rivers, the journey through the byways of New Hampshire is best …
Sometimes there are moments when life gets so crazy that you feel the need to get off the ferris wheel and feel the security of solid ground. To take a deep breath and regroup. This summer has been different than any other in this respect. It has been full of …