big red

      our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn hot and stuffy in summer freezing cold in winter we listened to Beatle records over and over again on a dusty turntable    

sea snow

   after a long week of gray and gloom Saturday morning, we awoke to bright sunshine and clear blue skies so we hopped in the car and headed out to wander the trails at Halibut Point as we got closer to Rockport, the sky turned dark and the snow started coming down little did we know that Cape Ann would be the ONLY spot…

the witch house

in 1692, Sarah Clayes was convicted of witchcraft during the Salem Witch Trials both her sisters had been accused as well and were hung for their crime but she somehow managed to escape from prison and along with her husband, Peter, traveled by foot all the way down the Old Connecticut Path from Ipswich to Framingham where they eventually built this home in 1693….

through the Green Mountains

on a very hot and hazy weekend in Vermont “The mountain stood there to be pointed at. Pasture ran up the side a little way, And then there was a wall of trees with trunks; After that only tops of trees, and cliffs Imperfectly concealed among the leaves.” ~ Robert Frost

red door

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. ~ Eugene O’Neill wishing you a magical and peaceful weekend!