Friday Lenten fish dinners remind me of fried haddock.
Those old houses by the road always call to me with their stories.
Do you remember the house on the hill by the creek?
We find our greatest joy when exploring that curving side road for sights unseen.
In winter’s frozen grip, we dream of our flower beds sleeping under the blanket of snow.
My favorite vintage gas station will be dismantled but preserved by out of state collectors.
Did our teen-aged grandfather watch this Connecticut beacon while shucking oysters?
Do you remember trudging through the sparkling snow, then testing the swale’s ice?
From our kitchen window, we watch sun sprinkle glitter on a fresh canvas of snow.