Dang, I love it up here. Maybe because it's the kind of land I grew up in. Maybe it's because I'm just comparing it to Florida. But here, there seems to be an peaceful harmony between people and nature. Sunshine grows flowers; it doesn't quickly burn you. Rivers flow freely, over and under large rocks. You don't have to fear fish or snakes rising out of the water. Lakes with docks invite you for a swim. No alligators or sharks. There are more than palm trees. Colors abound in shrubs, blossoms and new leaves. Flowers grow naturally in yards and fields. There is no landscaper apparent. It's so real and natural. The land is not raped and plowed.
Clearly, the drive through central Massachusetts had an impact. Holyoke, Amherst, Deerfield. Gorgeous. Spring is a great time to travel here. However, Kate and Bonnie, old college friends in Boston, are out of town (getting warm in Aruba) for a while. So, a visit to them is postponed until the trip south.
I visited the Emily Dickenson site and got more revved up. It's sparked a renewed interest in her and her work. The website is informative and fun. Historic Deerfield is lovely and gives you a real bang for your twelve bucks. And there was even a good campground nearby.
Monday is not a good day to be a tourist. Lots is closed. So today, Tuesday, I'm backtracking from Haverhill to Lowell. The Women Mill Workers exhibit and the quilting museum beckon. Then tomorrow there's a visit to the home of John Greenlief Whittier. It's closed Mondays and Tuesdays.
Just listened to The House of Abraham, the story of the Todd family...ripe with new insights (to me) on Abraham Lincoln. Met a family from Tampa at the hotel. They are on their way back home, after a funeral. Life is good. Wish you all were here, tho.
P.S. Threw in the towel and bought a couple of disposable cameras.
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