I don't know how many more of these Boston has left, but oh how I will savor every delicious minute until those bitter cold days that lie ahead sneak up on us weathered New Englanders, like a storm out at sea...we know it's coming, yet always surprised by it's biting force and gripping chill to the bone. I'm getting ahead of myself...like I said, that time is not yet upon us. Today, was in all it's glory, as my nana would say, nectar from the gods. And on a day such as this, there was no better way to spend it than with my favorite person, apples, and the sun.
Seriously though, how cute is my dad? I just love him to pieces. We strolled along, eating apples, filled our bag and went for a drive in the Massachusetts farmland, talking of how we both wished we lived on a farm. My dad and I have always been two peas on a pod. As we were driving I was noticing street signs. I like to gather different names for my wheelhouse of thought. One name made me smile, Wetherbe. I read it as We there be. And I thought, odd. What a lovely name for a street, and how fitting for us today. My father and I had been having some deep conversations. Indeed I thought, We there be. Wherever there be, We were there now, metaphorically and physically (for we were lost on our detour into farmland), and it was perfect. After, it clicked that it was indeed Wetherbe (said quickly), I decided, we. there. be, was in fact much better, and that because my nature saw it as such, was a sign that I should continue to just be there...smiling, contentedly seeing what I see...wherever there may be...
So, this particular barn may not seem like much, but it has the sentiment, the smell, the feel. I have a thing for barns. Someday...
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