Saturday, July 28, 2012

the little things

Happiness is sending your child out to pick salad ingredients on a rainy summer day.



I love summer.

I love rain.

I love salad.

I love my child.

But not in that order.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

a road less traveled

Last year my eight year old attended a little country school.  It was conveniently located near our home and we often walked the little country road that connected our house to her little school.

We watched the colors  change on this road, from green to red, orange and brown.  Then to the stark colors of winter. 


We did this until the colors turned back to green again.  We quickly became familiar with every detail of the road.  There’s an old cellar hole and a lonely old stone wall that weaves through the woods.


Her school was the second oldest school in NH opening in 1789.



They closed the school and now she will attend a much more modern school where the floors don’t creak and the radiators don’t hiss. I’m certain modern school are good, too, but most likely they won’t have a gym door the perfect shade of blue-green.  I loved this school, it sits atop a hill looking at all the big old houses that face it. 


In fact one of my favorite houses in this town recently went up for sale causing me to hyperventilate for three days straight.  It sits near the school, it is so big and regal but has a quiet beauty to it.



I think it’s around 400k. It’s so pretty with a brook and a pond and the circle driveway is perfect for tricycle riding.

Anyhow I shall tell you a little history lesson I stumbled upon while resting in the corner of the Brattle Book Shop.  I knew the school was named after Samuel Appleton but didn’t know much about him.  Then I came across the name Franny Appleton in an article about historic artwork.  I discovered they were related and I came home and spent way too much time researching instead of cleaning my house.  Is that bad?

Franny was Samuel’s niece.  She married Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. One day as she was sealing envelopes with wax she lit her dress on fire and Henry tried to save her but couldn’t.  He burned his face and that is why he grew that enormous beard.  It’s so tragic! Reading through historical stuff affects me so much, but at the same time I always want to know more.  No matter where we’ve lived the history of how people got there and what they went through never fails to be amazing.  There’s so much to learn!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

summer days













Summer so far...

Days full of kids and activity and watering the garden. 

Posing the baby for pictures even if he doesn’t want to.

Enjoying the older girls before they head out.

Eating fresh foods on the porch.

Reading books outside.

Red Sox games.

Putting up food, check out this blog:  food in jars.

Trying to lose my baby weight but it’s hard b/c I like ice cream.

Black Cherry Vanilla, in case you are wondering.