Haven

911One of my favorite things to do is to help make a house into a home. There’s been a lot of that happening this year. We’ve been to Alexandria to help Chelsea and Will settle into their new house, which kept us so busy, I’m afraid I took very few pictures . . .

Awaiting the Sofa
Awaiting the Sofa
Remy, relaxed in his new home
Remy, relaxed in his new home

Here’s one of their neighbors, since the Potomac is easy walking distance from their house . . .IMG_2373

Boathouse and Hat Decor← We’ve also, in the past few months, been down to Denver a couple of times to help Brittany settle into her new house, which she’s chosen to ornament with views from Sunapee . . . ↓IMG_9256

The guest room is ready . . . ↓

Guest Room
Brittany’s guest room

Meanwhile, we continue to wrap up projects at our home in Fort Collins. The bookshelves are in and filled! Library

Maybe it’s not much, making a space personal. But hopefully, by outfitting it with things that remind us of places and people we love, we’re inspired to offer comfort and welcome to others.

As we near the close of this year, which included terrorist attacks in Paris and elsewhere and mass shootings all too frequently, I’m left with swirling emotions: certainly sadness for those affected, relief and gratitude for the safety of Anna (our dear friend Pascale’s daughter, who currently lives in Paris), but also frustration at the powerlessness I feel to stop the evil or even the hatred and distrust that ensue in its wake. This on top of other acts of senseless and random violence, and it seems we all need a haven more than ever before.

May our lives, even more than our homes, be a safe and welcoming place for those we meet.

Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come. ∼Henri NouwenDecember Sunrise

Seaside Ramble

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ∼Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is really the third and final part of the New England Nostalgia Tour, which it’s high time I finished, since I still have to tell you about the visit to Chelsea two weeks ago. Sheesh. Better get busy.

By Monday, the 12th (October, of course), everyone had headed back home, and we had done all we could to help Helen–except, of course, vacate the premises, so she could empty the fridge and cabinets and have the water shut off. We had hoped to see our friends at Four Legged Farm, but couldn’t get in touch with them. And worse, online it looks like they may no longer be there. Hope all is well with them.

So Tuesday morning we packed up and headed back to the coast . . .

David at Odiorne Point State Park, Portsmouth, New Hampshire
David at Odiorne Point State Park, Portsmouth, New Hampshire

. . . for a bit of nostalgia further north. That evening we had a stunningly fabulous dinner at the Bridge Street Bistro in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, which seemed to promise good things for our little unexpected coastal jaunt. Although we have never lived on the east coast, over the years we did occasionally take our girls to Ogunquit, Maine, to this exact beach, as a matter of fact . . .

Ogunquit, Maine
Ogunquit, Maine

. . . during summer visits to Sunapee, so they could see the majesty of the ocean and dip a toe in the frigid waters of the Atlantic. Who knew the north Atlantic could be this blue?

York, Maine
York, Maine

I thought this kind of color was reserved for the Florida Keys, so super bonus.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting∼Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nubble Lighthouse
Nubble Lighthouse

We had a glorious couple of days enjoying coastal blues and views, not to mention a bit more New England fall foliage, choosing back roads or in this case, as-close-to-the-water-as-possible roads, and between York and Ogunquit, Maine, we found the Nubble Lighthouse, then stumbled upon a beautiful stone church, St. Peter’s by the Sea Episcopal Church, stopping to enjoy the memorial garden . . . .

Memorial Garden at St. Peter's by the Sea
Memorial Garden at St. Peter’s by the Sea

So lots of rambling, loads of seafood, and even a return to Newburyport . . .

Newburyport, Mass.
Newburyport, Mass.

. . . for lunch on the way to the Boston airport. A wonderful finish for our sixteen days in New England. We enjoyed our time with friends and family, seeing familiar sights and discovering new ones.

I’ll leave you with a few more quotes from old Bostonian, Ralph Waldo Emerson:

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

Wishing you your best day . . . and then another . . . and another . . . .

 

New England Part Two

We just got back from a whirlwind visit with Chelsea in Alexandria, Virginia, but more about that once I finish the posts for the New England trip, so stay tuned . . . .

While at Sunapee, before the boat was picked up to be winterized, we had a chance for one calm, cool booze cruise . . .↓Scotts Cove, Lake Sunapee. . . and a couple not quite so calm, including a chilly, breezy swing by the quirky Sunapee house of Stephen Tyler (of Aerosmith fame, for those who may be unfamiliar with the name, like my classical music loving dad) . . .↓ Stephen Tyler's Sunapee House(Mr. Tyler did not appear to be home, as the Jolly Roger flag was not flying. Whether he was or not, he did not invite us ashore.)

We also had a walk in the woods, where we found the Never Give Up Tree last year.  Consequently, it’s my favorite trail, but now sadly in need of TLC, with lots of trees down blocking the path, including one with a directional arrow pointing skyward. We chose to stay on the ground and appreciate the last of the season’s ferns . . .↓FernAnother day, we drove over to the east side of the lake to walk around The Fells . . .↓IMG_9033 (2). . . and discovered a magical little Fairy Village . . .↓

. . . where the young or young at heart can build houses for fairies. Lexi and I were enchanted, but David and Tom were apparently NOT feeling young at heart, so we didn’t stop long.

And on yet another day we headed up to Simon Pearce for lunch and a look at the glassblowers and their latest creations, stopping at Quechee Gorge on the way home . . . ↓

Then all too soon, it was time for Tom and Lexi to head home. We consoled ourselves by inviting the cousins, including the newest generation, down for cocktails . . . ↓

Skilled glassblowers and quirky musicians, curious babies and awe-inspiring nature, pristine landscaping and whimsical fairy houses. It’s all got me thinking of care and attention to the task at hand, while not losing sight of the mystery and magic of creation.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. ∼J.B. Priestley

Wishing you a bit of magic in your day!

(Third and final part coming soon . . .)

New England Nostalgia Tour

There’s a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left. ∼David Guterson

Ah, home again! Just barely getting caught up after 16 days in New England. On the plus side, there are new adventures to tell you about, but way too much to share in one post, so this is Part One.

We left Colorado on October 1st, with traveling companions Tom and Lexi. The plan was to spend a few days, before heading to Sunapee, cruising up the coast from Boston, visiting various landmarks of their time living in the area.

On the tour, Tom’s seminary (see him waving?) . . . ↓

Gordon ConwellRed Barrel 2. . . and the now defunct Red Barrel, which we had visited on a previous trip. Sad to see it crumbling away into ruin.

Red Barrel 3Red Barrel Bus

Fortunately, since we had already experienced the Red Barrel, we had already planned to lunch at another of Tom and Lexi’s favorites, the still thriving Woodman’s in the Rough . . . ↓Lunch at Woodman's

. . . where a poster offers the excellent lobster-eating advice: “What gets out butter stains? Nothing. Wear a bib.”IMG_8939 (2)

The next day we did a bit more touring, including Rockport and Newburyport, but it was so cool and rainy, we decided to head to Sunapee a day early.

By Saturday evening, we were here . . .Sunapee Sunset

tom in my favorite reading spot, especially when the fire's going!

Here’s Tom trying out my favorite reading spot (especially when the fire’s going).

Of course a main draw of New England in the fall is the glorious foliage . . . Fall Leaves OverheadWe generally plan a longish stay in the fall to help close down the house for the season, but also to be sure we don’t miss the peak colors. This year they didn’t really get going until around the eighth, but then they were spectacular.Fall Foliage 4Sunapee Village

Couldn’t get enough of it. One of my favorite things about walking in the woods in the fall is the way it makes me want to look up . . . Looking Up

Things may be beginning to decay down below, but they’re glorious on high!

 By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet. ∼Thomas Merton

Wishing you minimal disappointment when revisiting old haunts and a wonderful colorful fall! Part Two coming soon . . .

Adventures in Wanderlust