We are crisscrossing the east. We stopped at Brattleboro on our way to Maine from Katie ‘s in Ossining, New York and now stopping here again coming south out of sugar hill New Hampshire. It is a great crossroads place with a marina on the swirling Connecticut river which has been our companion since we started this morning on interstate route 91. We stopped at the crossroads of I91 and I89 for a too big great breakfast at white river junction Vermont. Learned at the breakfast diner that New Hampshire and Vermont were one territory, but Vermont was French and they broke off. Vermont is green mountain in French. Little bit of history for us adventurous types. This past week Chuck and I were farmers’ assistants on friends’ 10 acre farm. Following instructions as to what was weeds and what was good stuff I helped Linda weed the gardens. Also helped harvest and dry chamomile and dill. Pulled tomato worms off her many (about 100) tomato plants. Painted the white mountains and a still life of picked tomatoes ripening before being turned into sauce. While I helped Linda, Chuck hauled rocks and drove the ride around "boy toys" tractor and lawn mowers. We had no internet service and actually in the midst of nature’s beauty, I avoided trying to get online. It is so green and beautiful in upstate New Hampshire this time of year. I found myself reciting lines from Keats (seasons of mists and yellow fruitfulness) and Robert. Frost… "After Apple picking…" so lush and fruitful. Also I kept singing "the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye, it looks like it’s growing clear up to the sky" all together now! "Oh what a beautiful morning!" OK all is well on this grand journey as we turn south. It looks like after a morning of fierce storm, the sun is out. May you be warm and creative today! God bless you.
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