Post by Grubb.
After leaving the open landscape of the New Mexican high desert, the drive from Providence, Rhode Island to Barnstable, Massachusetts was like tunneling through a relentless forest. From the brown to the green, the distant to the near, it was a fugitive environment where one could easily disappear. I wondered, what’s hidden behind all these densely clustered trees? Witches in a clearing donning robes and preparing to dance around a bonfire? I could sense Puritan fears lurking in the shadows. Not a bacchanal, a big sky Burning Man, but a spooky sabbath, hidden, forbidden, a sacred grove where upright citizens indulge in darker desires. So okay, the seventy mile cruise has me fantasizing, Washington Irving and Nathaniel Hawthorne meet Philip Roth having a drink with Stephen King. Gothic Yankees isolated by their obsessions. And we’re headed towards a cape currently under a hurricane warning. These tale-tellers would love that.
Grubb, you can only imagine what it was like for Tom and me when we entered New Mexico and went from green plush forests to brown rocks and cactus 😂 Yes we are very lucky in New England to be able to experience all four seasons with our forestry and even the occasional hurricane. Hey it clears the air of any pollutions for a few days anyway!!! Hope you are enjoying your trip. it sounds delightful so far.
When is your poetry book coming out?
Fifty years ago, I moved to New Mexico from Vermont and the open landscape and brown/red earth and blue sky captivated me. I love going home to visit and be with WATER – in all its forms. Plus Vermont sharp cheddar and New Mexico green chile are perfect together. Be sure and enjoy maple creemees in Vermont. You really cannot get them any else.
Maple Creemee is at the top of my list!
The best of both worlds is experiencing both I think. I love the reds and browns and the blues of New Mexico. The wide open spaces and the peaks of the Rockies. In New England there is the lushness of the woods, the tree lined roads and water, water everywhere.