FEMA called me to Massachusetts to work the floods there in April. I had Sundays off, and only worked 9 1/2 hour days (it's not unusual for me to work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day at a disaster, so this was nice). That means I had some time to explore the area on my days off, and, even, sometimes, in the evenings. And I made the most of it.
When I first got there, the trees were all flowering. It started with a beautiful weeping cherry tree flowering in front of my hotel in Tewksbury [above], near Andover. I'd never seen one before, and I loved its lines and delicate pink color, each and every time I drove by it on my way home or out. There was color everywhere, and I loved driving around and down the narrow, winding roads, and looking at the beautifully-landscaped, New England homes. The golden forsythia was gorgeous. The beautiful red magnolias were abundant. The land is well-forested, so I always felt like I was driving through the countryside, or at least through a small country town. I liked that feeling, but not the feeling that I couldn't see very far ahead, nor very far to either side. Kind of "closed in".
I was fascinated with the many stately graceful public buildings and church steeples.
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Beautiful pictures and narrative. This gives me an idea of places to visit on our way back from NE Canada.
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