Home at Last

I got home about 3:30 this afternoon.

 

Someone has been a little clingy and attention-seeking.

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On the Way Home

I stayed in Bar Harbor, Maine, last night.  The crowded touristy atmosphere was something of a shock after the quiet of Nova Scotia.

Today it was a long drive down through Maine, around Boston, across Massachusetts, and down into the Hudson Valley.  There might have been a stop in Northampton.  A girl needs supplies for her new loom, right?

Tonight I’m within stone’s throw of wool mecca, but at the wrong time of year, alas.  To Pennsylvania on the morrow.

Farewell to Nova Scotia

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,

may your mountains dark and dreary be.

For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,

Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?