It’s great re-connecting with old friends, and being originally from New Jersey and telling folks I now live in New Hampshire, I often get the question why. All people seem to know of New Hampshire is that it’s cold and it gets a lot of snow. And in truth we like to complain about that here too. It’s what we talk about when we see friends and neighbors at the town dump, oopse, recycling center, the post office and the grocery store. And we do nothing to dispel such perceptions, preferring to have people think we are rugged and capable of handling anything nature throws at us which in part is quite true, using the term “us” loosely. Although I must say, I think I have adapted to life here quite well, I pride myself on my wood stacking abilities and I’ve tended to farm animals, hacked ice off the eves of the house and even held elected office here (it too is part of the New Hampshire experience).
Aside from all of that though, there are days in Autumn when we say this is why we live here. Yesterday was such a day. Days like this, the air is crisp and fresh, the sun is warm and the sky being the most spectacular shade of blue is only the beginning. The trees absolutely glow with brilliant color. So instead of blathering on and on about how friendly people are here, which they are, and what a great place it is to raise children, which it is I’m just going to share some pictures of “Our Town” – which it also is, with you.
A farm on Windy Row in Peterborough
What I see when I setp out my front door and look up.
At the end of my road is the Contoocook River, always full of color in Autumn.
The Contoocook River down by the plaza
More of the Contoocook.
Walking the dog this morning, my road
By way of follow-up, this is my studio all ready for company. “Like I said out of chaos comes order”