
Here, an idyllic spot on the Piscataqua River with a view towards Portsmouth.

Lots of pink ones out but only this solitary white rose was seen along our path heading east from the mouth of the Piscataqua River towards the open ocean.

Here, fallen tree
gnarly
weathered
patina on
exposed roots
sculpted by nature

Have you seen
the sky more blue
the water more serene
than on this day?

great summer retreat
we have spent
peaceful weeks there
summer guests in the
Oceanic Hotel.

Nine miles out to sea
and a hundred years ago:
no phones, televisions, radios, automobiles, or computers.
Quiet. Peaceful. Moments
In my avatar, where I'm wearing the crown of balloons and a happy grin? That was taken out at Star as I lay on a late Victorian chaise in a drawing room during a wine and cheese party. There was music and good conversation and a funny balloon man making silly hats that no one was allowed to refuse.
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