Friday, October 4, 2013
a country road
Our house in the woods is on a dead end road, several miles long, some of it paved, some of it dirt. There's still a working dairy farm, but another one is gone and the cauliflower farm shut down a generation ago. There are hunting cabins and log cabins, split levels and farmhouses, shacks and a-frames. There are a couple of trailers, and a compound belonging to an actor who comes in by helicopter. At the farmers market I got to talking to the old gent who sells blueberry wine. He has a pick your own blueberry farm and used to be a bus driver--our road was on his route. Last weekend two ladies showed up at our house, part of a 50 year reunion. When they were girls they used to have picnics by the waterfall that is now on our property. There wasn't a house there until the 1980's, and every now and then someone shows up to see the waterfall and remember when they were young. I left the ladies on their own, and through the open windows I heard them laughing, their voices rising high and happy.