Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Path of Life Garden, Windsor Vermont

While we were at the Artisans Park in Windsor Vermont we took a tour of the Path of Life Garden on the banks of the Connecticut River.

Eighteen sculptures of various materials and sizes symbolize the human journal from birth through life and more.

Photos borrowed from the site. Following are photos I took while hiking in the garden.

Entrance to the gardens.

 Monolithic statues stand hauntingly in the landscape.

These picnic tables are full size, this photo was taken from quite a distance away.

The gardens are full of space for peaceful reflection.

Works of art symbolize birth, adventure, hill of learning, tree of wisdom, hope, creativity, union, family, community, solitude, ambition, sorrow, forgiveness, joy, respite, contemplation, death, and rebirth.

The concept for the garden came from Terry McDonnell, a child and family therapist, who has been working on the gardens for the past sixteen years.

After visiting the garden The Life of Man in Kildare, Ireland between 1906 and 1910, Terry knew his parcel of 14 acres was the perfect spot to develop his ideas.

Each year new features are added to the gardens.

Thanks for reading and for all your comments.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Steamed Lobster

A trip to New England wouldn't be complete without steamed lobster. Lobster at most restaurants was $20 on up. Thanks to the recommendation of Gary's cousin's wife, Gale, we purchased lobster already steamed at the local grocery, Market Basket, in Clermont, New Hampshire for $4.99 a pound. Image borrowed from the net since I forgot to take a photo. Too busy eating the lobster. Ha.

The lobster stayed warm on the drive home and it was delicious. Above is a photo of a paper place mat I picked up which details how to eat a lobster. A tamale of liver in the lobster was described, I didn't eat that part. Up next a visit to a brewery and a distillery, then another garden visit. So stay tuned. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

A White Sort of Castle

A White Sort of Castle

The three of us sat cross legged on the carpet
Looking, and looking again at photos from long ago
Happily we discovered  among the group
A white sort of castle with a fine and simple style.

We speculated who might know of it or live there
Curious, perhaps a little known relation or someone revered
Wondering, of a life and time we knew little about
A life we longed to know, surely wonderful to learn of.

Had one of our own lived in a white sort of castle
Was it a home for travelers, kin, or kings.
Was it still standing in it's glory in the homeland
Could we visit a white sort of castle on a trip someday.

Later one of the three gone to their faraway home
Looking, and looking again at photos from long ago
The white sort of castle was gone, disappeared
Sad to discover a white sort of castle stolen away.

Linda Starr 2013

Saturday, September 27, 2014


We were traveling along on the highway between Roanoke and Wytheville, Virginia and had just crossed a bridge before mile marker 67. The bridge we crossed over was particularly rough. Someone came alongside us and motioned for us to pull over. We had a flat tire. When you're towing a trailer you don't always feel when one of the wheels is flat. These are brand new tires with less than 3000 miles on them. The tread separated from the rest of the tire. Gary looked at the tire and it had a big gash perpendicular to the tread. Apparently the bridge caused the flat tire. I reported it to the Virginia DOT incident number 2352286.

Trucks were whizzing by at 70 mph beside us. Gary got the tire off and luckily we had Good Sam towing because our jack wasn't tall enough to raise up the trailer. We had to wait on the side of the road for quite some time hoping no one hit us in the rear. We limped to the next town and got another brand of tire because the brand we had wasn't available. If you travel to the Northeast expect to drive on bumpy and rough roads. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.