All my life I’ve chosen “favorite spots” to go to when I need a break or to be rejuvenated. A place that is quiet and peaceful where I can take time to think or not think.
My latest spot is this rock by the lake. Except for the summer months, there is no one around when I go here and the view of the lake is perfect.
Once I sat here an watched a loon dive under the water and over and over only to surface in some surprise spot. They stay under water for quite a while, like little submarines.
Being outdoors keeps me sane and no matter what the season I greatly appreciate the fresh air, my ability to walk and see the glorious world around me.
The Stone Church
I don’t know much about Antrim’s stone church except that it is a beautiful structure.
Recently the Historical Society accepted the church as a gift from the Rymes family and the Stone Church Foundation and will look into having some restoration done.
The town is very active in preserving history and historical buildings and every month they have some sort of presentation at a local downtown church. I attended a few of them. One was about old bridges and I remember being surrounded by “old timers” who knew the exact locations of all the places talked about whereas I (being a new member of the community) was a bit lost.
It makes me wish I’d been part of a small town for all my life.
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The Bass Farm
Another “small world” story:
My oldest son married a girl from New Hampshire. He met her in Florida where they both lived and worked. I was living in Florida too, with my husband and kids.
After they married they bought a house in Kentucky where her parents lived.
A few years later we (my husband and kids) moved to New Hampshire.
The following summer, her (my daughter-in-law’s) parents came to visit us in our new place because they went to New Hampshire every summer to help a man put on a big yearly party – at the Bass Farm.
The house we bought was less than a half mile from the Bass Farm!
I find this to be bizarre.
The man who owned this huge place passed away last year (I think) and all I knew about him was that he had a huge clock collection.
I also heard that he was difficult to get along with and very rich.
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Blue Snow
When one and a half feet of snow fell last week, I kept seeing this blue tint in the mounds.
I enhanced this photo a bit in picasa to bring out the blue better so it actually wasn’t quite this bright.
I am not a scientific type person, so I’ve added a link underneath the photo to explain why snow (and ice) sometimes looks blue. I just thought it was unusual and pretty.
New England's Narrow Road 