Weasels, sheep and baseball - the perfect fall getaway!

Well moss might not grow on a rolling stone, but mildew does. After a ridiculously rainy summer, in which everything, including a cherry tomato plant, seemed covered in mildew, I am off again in search of drier pastures. Literally.

Greg and I are off to New England, where we have reserved a charming AirBnB on a small farm in North Berwick, Maine. Chickens, sheep, the whole shebang. That's not far from where our son and daughter-in-law live, so I guess maybe we'll see them too, but I'm all about the sheep! lol

No really, we are going to visit the kids and it's been a terribly long time since we've been back to NE to visit. I hate to admit it, but I do miss it.

Sometimes.

Briefly.

First stop, though, will be the Mark Twain house in Hartford, CT. The house that he built for his wife and daughters that witnessed both great success and sadness in his life is a real draw for me. I love his writing style - he is so wry and easily amused by the folly of humanity - how can you not love that? And when someone sporting a weasel on his face can poke fun at others? Comedy gold!

Then several days in Maine/NH, Boston on Tuesday (go SOX!),  and off to upstate NY to visit Greg's older brother. A stop at the Corning Museum of Glass to view the Tiffany mosaic exhibit there (well, duh!) and then home.

Some of you dear readers may bave subscribed because you wanted to follow Gloma's European Escapades in June, and if you unsubscribe I promise not to be offended, but you are welcome to come along and laugh at the ijits on this trip as well. I promise many opportunities!