After 40+ years in our traditional, white farmhouse with the bright, red doors, we moved to a planned subdivision with gates and rules about what you can and cannot do to your home, inside and out.
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For so long now, we’ve been sheltering at home, only venturing out to a few safe spots, armed with our double masks and disinfectant wipes. We’ve kept busy experimenting with new recipes. We’ve read and we’ve written. We’ve cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more. Now, it’s spring and we can gather outside again.
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Everyone has an imagination. Just watch an infant and try to picture what he’s thinking as he examines his fingers and toes. Toddlers often lull themselves to sleep by babbling. What are they saying – or what do they think they’re saying? My preschool grandchildren have imaginary friends. They talk to their toys. Then, they grow up and stop doing all this.
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One of our grandsons doesn’t like to wear pants. Thankfully, he’s a rule follower, so he keeps his underwear hidden at preschool.
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I love a good mystery story. I belong to a mystery book club. I read over a dozen mystery series, waiting impatiently for the next installments and heartbroken when a run comes to its end. These are adult stories with decidedly mature themes. But, I also read (and write) books for children and they entertain (and surprise) me, too.
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New year. New government. New perspective. New hope.
Could 2020 have been any more unsettling?
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In January, I posted a blog proclaiming that I was going to spend this year learning about digital marketing. Did I?
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When my husband and I retired, we decided to turn our hobbies into small businesses. I write and publish children’s books. He makes toys and has a whole array of “testers” eager for his next invention.
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This is our home of 40-plus years. When we bought it, it had a cistern, a coal chute (still does), a yard full of fruit trees and vines (still has those, too), a root cellar (yup, still there) and shade from that magnificent elm in the front yard. In those 40 years, we have updated every part of it and, yet, it still retains the ambiance of the 100-year-old farmhouse it is.
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This is a picture of Diana’s Bath in Bartlett, New Hampshire. When I was a teenager, I spent more than a few blistering, summer days refreshing myself in Diana’s pools and cascades.
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