You actually, can’t quite see the large farmhouse with two floors and columns in front that I spent the years from 7th grade till high school graduation in, in this photo. But you can see the little green shed that once housed an actual drivable lawnmower, and the large old green barn in back and even the carriage house is visible. It is about an acre and a half in size, and though you can’t see it in this photo there are several large vegetable gardens and a few fruit trees and even some Rasberry bushes. Behind the property, there is a large bog. When we were kids we used to get all muddy trying to find and learn the path through every year. It was always changing just a little bit…. Today, I have no idea where the stable path through the bog is. I have grown up moved away and traveled and even lived all over the world. But when I come home, this place is always one I need to see.
Now that we have drunk in the salty sea air and listened to the screaming gulls while taking the dogs on a cold walk along the strand….. I want to show you my new favorite house on Plum Island. If I lived here, I would be sure to have some hot New England spiced cider ready and waiting for us upon our return from our cold walk. But this is sadly not my house, and I can’t even take you inside. I have been in once, not so long ago. The dining room is round and everything is cozy and aged. Lots of antiques crunched into a small space. On the porch, species of plants that should spend all winter dead for some magical reason thrive, and there are several cats that often go in and out. They call this house Whale Bone, and one of Newburyport’s many artists presently calls it home.
So, here I am again, to tell you all more about the wonders of Newburyport MA. When we left off we were heading along Water Street towards Plum Island, and we were about to make a very special stop. But here, you have the river on one side and lovely old houses on the other side of the street. You pass a really strange green castle house thing along the route it has mermaid barbies out in the garden in front. Every year they go crazy putting up decorations for the different holidays. But we are going to keep walking…. Our first destination is very dear to my heart. The Nantucket Stock Exchange in Newburyport.
We recently went to Newburyport MA, one of our favorite places to help my mother rake her yard. We had a lovely time. We did many things, walked the dogs on the beach and drove around Plum Island, I dropped in on my favorite nautical themed antique shop, and we did some shopping on Main St. This is a big amount to share so I thought I would break it up and give it to you all in pieces over the next few days.
First and foremost, I want to thank my dad, who took the photos for this post, and they came out absolutely fabulous. He also was kind enough to not make us dip into our meager cash reserves to pay for this little excursion so we owe him double thanks. It is a tradition in our family to go to Cape Cod to have wild adventures. We have discovered a new one…. Come away with us on a 19 foot motor boat to look for the truest of pirate treasure. You know the kind, it isn’t gold or jewels, but it is far more valuable than anything that can be stuffed in a chest and buried. Come with us on an adventure to see the selkie out on their island….. Join us to see the beautiful views, smell the salt air, and enjoy the fun the greatest treasure of all.
Vappu, is what Finnish people call the first of May. They have some interesting traditions that belong solely to them. These are not known in the realm of Sverige (Sweden) or Norway that border Finland. This lovely little treat of a beverage is distinct and special to Finland.
When I was a girl, my dad would take me to the old mill, Stony Brook Grist mill in Brewster Cape Cod, each year to catch the herring as they swam up stream. When I was young we used to try to catch them in our hands as they swam upward towards the larger bodies of water. We also used butterfly nets. It was always a special and magical experience to go watch them swim as they tried to evade us, as we tried to capture them to look at them a bit more closely before returning them unharmed to the stream. The poor herring also had a lot to do to dodge the sea gulls who would come and wait like vultures. After so many years away traveling in foreign lands, my father once again took me to the old mill for the herring run.