"Then ask not why to these bleak hills
I cling, as clings the tufted moss,
To bear the winter's lingering chills,
The mocking spring's perpetual loss.
I dream of lands where summer smiles,
And soft winds blow from spicy isles,
But scarce would Ceylon's breath of flowers be sweet,
Could I not feel thy soil, New England, at my feet!"
~John Greenleaf Whittier
Just a quick note to let everyone know I'm still here! Life has been pretty busy and I feel like my posts have become somewhat irregular lately. We are having the loveliest Fall and I've been enjoying every moment! This picture was actually taken across the border in New Brunswick, but Maine doesn't look much different right now. More later! 😊