Autumn was creeping into southern New Hampshire when I was there last week. I said good bye to my sister and left Tilton to go back to Massachusetts bypassing the Interstate for the country road. Riding along I noticed a sign indicating the birthplace of DanielWebster and decided to check it out. After that, my GPS took me in a different direction than it had originally plotted and I got to ride down miles and miles of back roads where the only indications of humankind were the utility poles tucked into the trees on the side of the road and, of course, the road itself.
The trees were just beginning to change and, as usual, the most color was seen near the swamps, streams and ponds. But now and then, an over achieving maple stood out amidst the green, all colorful and proud. As I passed one by, pretty sure I was away from human earshot; I rolled down my window and shouted, “Showoff!” to it. I could almost hear the maple chuckle at this plain, drab human. To another, I yelled, “Looking good!” and gave it the thumbs up.
I got it out of my system before I got to another group of houses.
I don’t want people thinking I’m certifiable.
But the truth is that, yes, folks, I am crazy…crazy about fall!
|The Daniel Webster Birthplace & The Sawyer House, Circa 1791, Franklin, New Hampshire. Ready for renovation.|
|Along the Contoocook River, New Hamshire.|
|Along the Contoocook River, New Hampshire.|