No resisting the Sandman’s call ... )
Beautiful profile of a special part of America ... thank you, Mrs. Bear.
I’ve been to Boston a couple of tiimes, and spent a few days in rural areas with small towns and white steeples dotting the countryside in snowy winter.
Real maple syrup ... winding roads and wooded hills ... old, old buildings and stone walls.
I’m a Westerner, but dang me if New England doesn’t feel like home, too.
I’ve been to Boston a couple of tiimes, and spent a few days in rural areas with small towns and white steeples dotting the countryside in snowy winter.
It sounds so lovely. I was born in just one of those towns, but my family moved from Massachusetts when I was an infant. We went back a couple times to visit, but I was too young to remember much. Someday I am going back when I have the time to search the old cemeteries for my ancestors.
A church in Sudbury, in what looks to be springtime.....
Well, you have been sorely missed, whether Westerner or New Englander. :)