There’s something about the landscape you grew up in. The trees are just the right color, in every season. The mountains have just the right shape. And everyone’s accent is so familiar, so welcome.
The landscape I grew up in is New Hampshire. And New Hampshire always seems just right to me–not just the postcard pretties, the mountains and lakes, but all of it. Manchester’s Elm Street, once the world’s broadest main street. The roadside fruitstands. The bustling strip malls. The gold-domed State Capitol. So many small red-brick towns with few stores left. Families who go for a walk to get ice cream cones and stand around swatting at each other’s mosquitoes.
So, if you wondered why I’m adding a new “New Hampshire” section to my weblog–that’s why!