A Haven for Vee

Thursday, October 14, 2021

Leaf Peeping Up North

Laurel had a birthday last weekend. She's making her age look great. The day before, she suggested that I pack my bag and go home with her (after the family gathering) so that we could strike out the following day for what has become our annual foliage drive. Yay! 

Laurel lives north of me in Somerset County. We also drove around a good bit in Franklin County. At one point, we were just 21 miles from Quebec. Heretofore, all our foliage drives have been in Androscoggin and/or Oxford Counties.

So without further unnecessary chatter...

It was a beautiful day in Laurel's town.

The River: The Carrabassett 
The Mountain: Sugarloaf (not all mountains are Sugarloaf, which made Laurel laugh every time I saw a mountain and called it Sugarloaf).

↓Sugarloaf  Mountain Hotel

There must have been a lot of day hikers on the Appalachian Trail because the parking lot was nearly full.

A fun sculpture in the woods...

Back home...a carpet of leaves

Thanks to my daughter for another fun foliage tour and thank you for hanging in there through so many photos.


Thursday, September 30, 2021

Simple September

Good heavens! It is past time to get a post out for September. The days go by so quickly. (Thing is, I am at a loss for things to say here as always lately.) 

What do you consider your favorite posts, you personally, at your blog? Do you like putting together a Day in the Life? Dรฉcor? Recipes? Deep thoughts? Stories of days gone by? Faith for living? Travel? Book Reviews? Gardening? Something else? All of the above? None of the above? I'm truly stumped. To make matters worse, I no longer have a working camera. I have an iPhone: that's it. I find it incredibly limiting. Therefore, I take very few pictures and hardly any pictures of my peeps. Come to find out, my peeps have never enjoyed having their pictures taken. Do you still enjoy blogging? See what I did there with that question?

One thing is certain, I am sure that you don't enjoy reading someone whine over having nothing to say.


Two things happened in September that I enjoyed immensely. One was driving myself to my daughter's on Labor Day. You know how fearful I have been about driving too far or too long. She got nervous waiting for my arrival and came looking for me. No need. Even though I thought I was lost, I was not. 

We enjoyed a fast hour of sunshine, then the rain struck with a vengeance. We couldn't even hear ourselves speak for the rain pelting on the tin roof. That's fine. The food was good. 

Laurel had built herself a nice set of stairs rather than the stepladder you see below. I didn't take a photo of the stairs. Two people swam that day in spite of the chill and the rain. Emmanuel paddled about for some time and Sam jumped in and right back out. 

Edited to Add 10/13/2021: Popping in the photo of the stairs

Later, as we were readying ourselves to leave, Adam asked if I minded if Sam drove my car. My reply was, "As long as I'm not in it." It's been a long time since I was the parent teaching the teen to drive. ใƒ„ Sam did a fine job driving back to our hometown I am told and the car is just fine.  

 Then one early September day, my sister and I went to Owls Head on the coast. It is pathetic that I live so close to the coast, yet rarely visit, especially in summer. 

We took a nice walk up hill and dale to see the lighthouse. My favorite part of that day was walking on the sandy, secluded beach we found after a very nice man gave us directions. We were practically the only people there. Perfection. 

      Plans are being considered for a foliage drive. 
The season is late this year, yet it will arrive right on time.

I am trying an experiment today by responding to each comment here over the next while. I know that most people don't return for such things. Still, I spend way more time commenting at your place than you spend here because I write so seldom these days. Maybe it will all even out. I am not saying that I won't be visiting your place. Oh, yes, I will. I am totally addicted to reading blog posts and have been for years. I'm just not as addicted, as I once was, to writing them.

Have a blessed end of September and a wonderful October!



Monday, August 23, 2021

Tropical Storm Henri

 This morning, I busied myself with battening down the hatches as we (figurative we) await Henri's slow arrival. He's wobbling in from Long Island, NY, but still, I don't want to sacrifice my flowers to any old tropical storm. My roses are cut and sitting on my windowsill.

The hanging plant is visiting the car in the garage and anything that could become airborne has been safely stashed on the bottom shelf of the gardening bench. 

For a tropical storm, Henri is sure making a nuisance of himself. It rained all day Sunday and will rain all day Monday and most of Tuesday. I am also concerned about whatever is coming this way from Canada. Maybe I shouldn't fret. It appears that it will blow north of me. I'm the blue dot down there.

But no worries for some anonymous darling has sent me sustenance. Do you require comfort food in stormy weather? I'd really like to know.

To whoever sent this...Thank you! I'm going to be all set.


P.S. Changes at Laurel's below... 

Guess the river wasn't quite enough. (It really isn't. She does a lot of heavy lifting in a day and needs to soothe those tired muscles.)

Thanks for your visit!

Friday, August 6, 2021

A Few Days with Laurel

Now is the time the tide of summer begins to recede in New England. This is a strange thing, for you cannot say that one day is different than the next. The garden is bright with vegetables. Nicotiana makes the air smell sweet and zinnias paint the border with color. But we do not have to mow the lawn so often. Days are hot, nights are not, as the Farmer's Almanac says. There is a slanting sunlight and twilight comes sooner.

~ Gladys Taber from The Stillmeadow Road


It is raining. Cool. Green. And I am making myself a proper crockpot supper for the first time in weeks. When you read this, it will be sunny with the promise of mid 80s temps. 

That is about all the news from here for today, but the last week of July, my sister and I spent a couple of days with Laurel at her home up country.

See if you can tell the story for yourselves because I am often at a loss for words or fingers. 

Day 1




Day 2 

The goal was to spend time with Laurel and my sister. Laurel has been inviting me for some time. I am no longer excited about driving very far so my sister kindly agreed to go from her home. All I needed to do was to drive that far and she would take over from there.

The peaches? Well my brother-in-law sent them when he was in Georgia on business. Oddly enough, he and my sister are on their way home from Georgia as I type because of yet another business trip. Anyway, I took one to Laurel. That's all I had left of those delicious peaches. 

We had a few things on our list: 
1. River time 
2. Steak on the grill time 
3. Campfire time 
4. Breakfast at Laurel's favorite haunt 
5. Johnny's Seeds

Four and five were a bust. The restaurant was closed due to lack of help. Johnny's Seeds may have been closed for the same reason. We had lunch out at one of my dad's former favorite spots and it was just okay. Two waitresses for the entire restaurant. So it appears that many places are short staffed. Have you noticed this in your corner? 

Still we had a good time and the day ended with two of my favorite things. Ice cream and this sign. 



Tuesday, July 13, 2021

An Outing

 It's backward but true:

What we need is not better 

strategy or greater drive.

What we need is a truer view of our own

weakness and a coming to the end of ourselves.

God calls the end of our try-in-our-own-strength

the beginning of His stand-back-and-watch-Me.

~Ruth Chou Simons


Just sharing a few photos today with precious little commentary. I live alone. Most days my brain feels like mush. Nothing going on up there except one gnat buzzing in a slow, circular fashion. Perhaps it's trying to come in for a landing, too. 

My friend Steph took me and my sister on a historical drive past all the notable homes in her life a few weeks ago. It had been planned for months and happened right on time. The pictures that follow are of her grandparents' farm overlooking the White Mountains. It was an overcast day, but that did not dampen our adventure. We thought the day would end after lunch. It didn't. We carried right on. The day ended after ice cream. You know that it is my belief that all good days end with ice cream.

The White Mountains of New Hampshire

The Sunken Garden

The Pond 

Kim walking to the pond

These days the farm has new owners. They are very kind to Steph as they allow her to visit the pond and swim, which she does a few times a week. She swims three laps. It is such an idyllic place. I am glad that I was able to visit.

One more thing, since I last posted, I've had another computer crash. My daughter is taking me and my less than a year and a half old iPad to the hospital this week. I am currently working on a skitzy laptop that skips and lurches all over like a frisky goat. It's beyond frustrating. Oh well. So that explains why I haven't been communicating much. My sincere apologies. I won't blame you for not commenting. ใƒ„