My maternal great grandparents' old house is so welcoming. She sits beside her twin, known as the 'Ruth Brown house', their triplet long gone, perched a hill overlooking the tidal Machias River. Dressed in her fresh coat of paint, thanks to my brother Clark's hard work, she looks inviting, familiar, and always ready for company.
We arrived in record time, 5 hours, 50 minutes, straight through with no stops. Raspberry was perfect, a bit of singing in the first half hour and then stony resignation until the very last moments of the trip. We were on the hilly "Wesley Road", 12 minutes from the house, according to Goggle Maps, when she started crying and was sick to her little cat tummy in her cat case and... well, we couldn't get here quick enough.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
I'm from Bath Maine :)