The thing that you need to know about New Hampshire is that it, perhaps, is the most beautiful and underrated state in New England. Between the mountains and lakes and the coast and small towns, there isn’t much not to love.
During our stay in New Hampshire, we will be living in a simple, 1772 Colonial homestead that has been in my family for decades. It smells like a combination of wood smoke, bacon, and something sweet that I can’t quite put my finger on – a smell that may make a visitor crinkle their nose, but to me is pure comfort. I used to come here as a child for summer vacations, as my father did when he was a child, and not much has changed here since.
The boys are not strangers to this place either. “The Brown House,” as they call it, feels like home to them. Last Spring, we stayed here for several months and enjoyed some old-fashioned Maple Sugarin’! They especially love clamoring over the rock walls that stripe the old farm property.
An unusual January thaw has burdened the roads with deep, muddy ruts and has turned the snow into heavy, wet slush. We went outside to do a “New Hampshire Fun Facts Scavenger Hunt,” but we only got as far as identifying a White Birch (the state tree).
Shockingly (considering the Spring-like air today), I was their only customer. When I asked for “chocolate ice cream, please,” Colin didn’t hesitate. He knew right where to find chocolate ice cream, New Hampsha early mud-season style.
I look forward to writing to you from this little antique table that overlooks my grandmother’s sleeping gardens as I know, even in this stressful time of transition and unemployment, I will find all sorts of inspiration in The Granite State . . . and I’m keeping faith that something wicked awesome is just down the road for us.