A beautiful fall day, and Halloween is just around the corner!
A collection of some of my favorite pics that give me a very nostalgic, fall-y feeling 🙂
Happy Halloween, Happy Fall!
Missing New England dreadfully this fall.
As pretty as it is here in my home state, there is just something magical about the northeastern states this time of year.
I would vacation there every single year if I could manage it.
For some odd reason, it seems to bring about a sense of deep nostalgia for me.
The magnificent fall colors, covered bridges, amazing cemeteries, beauty, and historical magnitude are awe inspiring.
And don't even get me started about the phenomenal antique stores at every turn!
I could have taken hundreds of pictures of just the amazing houses in the quaint little towns we visited!
A lot of the blogs I frequent belong to people from New England. I can't get enough of the scenery and info about the area.
As wide and wonderful as our grand United State are, it probably seems silly to want to return to one small area over and over, but Vermont, New Hampshire,and Maine have captured my heart!
My bucket list contained 4 very important things to me (gosh, that must be why it’s a bucket list!), one being a trip to Vermont. In the last 4 years, I have been lucky enough to vacation in New England twice. I absolutely love it there – don’t ask me why, but I have felt drawn to that area for as far back as I can remember. Our last visit there was in September last year, and it was a miracle that we were able to go. Bruce had a bad motorcycle accident in the mountains here last August. He completely severed 3 of the 4 ligaments that hold your knee together, which required a pretty extensive surgery. That was bad enough, but to complicate things even more, he already had our trip to Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine lined out, plane tickets bought, and deposits on condos paid. So how was this poor broken fella going to make it thru the bazillion antique stores that were the biggest part of our plans? I guess where there’s a will, there’s a way. He started out barely being able to make it down our sidewalk on his crutches, but just kept working at it and building up his strength on them til when it was time to go a month later, he was darn near a pro at it. But getting thru airport terminals on crutches is no easy task. Flying out was dreadful. Making the connections was really a challenge. We did not check any luggage because we knew how hard it would be with just me as the pack mule. I had his carry on, my carry on, my camera, and one little canvas bag to pack treasures back from our trip. I knew restraint would have to be practiced (not easy for me when antiques are involved), and I would have to be really impressed with something in order for it to go in my treasure bag. We arrived safely, got to our rental for a good nights rest, and were off and running the next morning.
We stopped at every antique shop we came across, took our time wandering thru them, and really enjoyed ourselves. If we had a nickel for every time Bruce had to explain his boo-boo it would have paid for our trip 🙂 .
We found this cute shop a day or 2 into our trek, and I found something I thought was amazing enough to go into the all important treasure bag.
And here is my awesome, super cool find!!!
Well, I sure thought it was – Bruce kinda looked at me like I’d lost my marbles, but he shrugged and went to haggle with the gal a little bit. He got her to come down $6 off the price, and the chief was mine! It’s a very old candle holder, the likes of which I had never seen before.
So, I’m just as pleased as punch, and we keep on shopping. Bruce is doing great, we’re having wonderful time seeing so many wonderful sights and beautiful scenery. I’m in leaf peeper heaven!
A few days later we drove to Maine. On the route 1 coastal drive from York to Wells there are a ton of amazing antique stores. We stopped at a very large shop in Ogunquit, and I found another small, extremely pretty (well I thought so) piece of history to go home with me. It was a beautiful little hand painted swan, made in Czechoslovakia. She was carefully wrapped and packed into the canvas bag with the other wonderful necessities I had found in our travels.
A few more days of sight seeing….
and too soon it was time to jump on the plane for home. It was tricky, but everything I had literally stuffed into the canvas bag made it home unscathed.
Now, the funny part about this whole story is, this summer I was rummaging at an estate sale where they had just dumped things everywhere at this property – inside the house, outside on tables and blankets, in sheds, barns, and shops – and what do you suppose I found
Yep, another chief! My eyes about popped out of my head. There was no “negotiating” over this one – the price was 25 cents!
And it wasn’t but a few weeks after this positively miraculous event that I was at our little town’s thrift shop, and low and behold
another beautiful little swan from Czechoslavakia! 1 Dollar! Can ya believe it? How ironic that we flew clear across the United States, I was lucky enough to find 2 lovely old things that I thought were so very unusual, just to come back to my little Montana hometown and find their near twins! What the heck are the odds?