Yesterday I was reminded that I do not visit Vermont as often as I should(/need). A day is never enough, especially when the sun is shining and everything is green. And while I am happy here on the Maine seacoast (this certainly feels like home), there is nothing quite like the Densmore homestead.
A number of these shots are Timothy’s.
The above photograph is from my 2002 high school photography class. The exterior of the barn has lost some paint since then, for sure, and it seems my father is forever patching the roof. When he was young, the top floor was home to chickens. Some of the nesting boxes and metal feeders still remained when I was little, though I haven’t ventured to the upper levels in many years. This barn is such a huge part of my childhood landscape. It’s impossible to imagine it not occupying that space.
Before we left, I shared with my niece (who, by the way, is one of the coolest small people I know) that this little copse of birch trees is one of my favorite places. There is magic there. It is the place I will always return to.
See you again soon, Achenmead West.
One pair of fleece lined leggings is not enough. This is New England.
We drove North into New Hampshire over the weekend and there was snow on the mountains. Winter is upon us.
I recently won a Fair Trade USA + PrAna #BeFair giveaway (on pinterest). I am under the impression I get to choose an item from PrAna’s Fair Trade collection, which is here. I’ve had my eye on the long sleeved Alana dress for months, so I am hoping that it’s one of my options. It has a hood. It is my dream. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Honestly, my winter gear list is more up to date than it has been in years. I have Timothy to thank for that! These items are more wanted than needed. So it goes. How are you preparing for the snowy months? Do you even have snow? You’d better not be from somewhere sunny. You simply wouldn’t understand (I jest, but only a little).
Inga pant by PrAna / Shinsky beanie by North Face / Long Ribbon touchscreen gloves & Split Snowflake sock by SmartWool / Sydney Hale Co. fir + blue sage candle / Pendleton Woolen Mills Acadia National Park blanket / + Gritty McDuff’s Christmas Ale
I love Maine. I love that I will be living in Maine.
I actually have a wonderful winter hat (a gift from Teej), but I am constantly cold, and I like the idea of having something lighter weight to wear inside. And, for the first time ever, I am going to also need gloves for driving. Mittens seem like they would be difficult, but obviously I have no point of reference. Am I going to need full use of my fingers?
And, since we are on the subject of snow, and because my Vermont pride will never dissipate despite my eventual Maine induction, let me take a moment to mention Snowflake Bentley. I have him to thank for the snowflake images above. This book, with beautiful illustrations by Mary Azarian, is meant for children, but it’s one of my favorites about Bentley.
If you ever have a chance to take a look at any of his original photographs, do so. They are stunning to look at up close. The Smithsonian archives are home to five hundred photographs, donated by Bentley himself in 1903. I swear I viewed prints while visiting the museums a couple years ago (because I stared at those tiny photos for ages), but I honestly don’t remember what building we we were in! I may also be confusing our first DC trip with our Chicago trip, which is embarrassing, but entirely likely. Please feel free to set me straight.
We’ve reached the final installment of One Hundred Things! That’s not to say that I don’t have one million things to be thankful for, though, every day. When you get right down to it, I’m thankful for life in general, honestly, and being allowed to know and experience all of these things. Now that I’ve written this list, I don’t consider that a cop-out answer!
- leftover lunches
- salt water in my hair and on my skin
- that I was taught how to mail a letter, balance a checkbook, do my own laundry
- that I grew up before cell phones
- always having choices
- my llama wool socks (a gift from my mother)
- Vermont fairs
- being told, as a child, that everything I did made a difference
(and I still believe that everything does)
** I know I mentioned it early on, but I am so completely thankful for my Dad. Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful fathers, husbands, brothers, sons I know. ♥
In three days, I will be sitting on the floor at Boy’s house wrapping presents and listening to this. I informed him last night that I would be “Christmas-ing the crap out of” his house. It’s necessary.
Christmas morning in North Berwick. His family. Whirlwind adventure up to Vermont. My family.
our family (and lots and lots of Benadryl)
my little heart
In the meantime, I have a tortoise to take care of and coffee to drink. And I should probably do some dishes.
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