"We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows." -- Robert Frost
It's an odd thing to live in such a northern state, bordering Canada and Maine, and yet to feel each July and August like you'd accidentally woken up in a Louisiana swamp. The heat never reaches much beyond 90 degrees -- although a few days in the 100+ degrees zone isn't too unusual -- but still, somehow the humidity just rings the life out of you. You expect to see Spanish moss hanging from the birch trees.
But alas, one cannot whine too much. The field flowers here in New Hampshire are stunningly beautiful, with black-eyed susans, lilies and so many other local natives making the many fields and roadside ditches an explosion of color. When I was younger I rarely noticed flowers, but nowadays they add so much to life. Of course, as my father likes to say, it's always a good thing to wake up on the right side of the flowers, still able to enjoy them.
More colorful observations to come soon.
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