Walks in the Woods

In early December, I had the chance to travel to Maine, where I stayed with my Grampa two nights, and my aunt and uncle a third.  My Gramma passed away at the very end of November, and it rocked my family a bit, so I was glad that going up there to stay was a possibility for me.  

Walked through the woods with my Grampa.  Had long talks.  Deep talks.  Spirituality, religion, learning, politics.  He is a fascinating, experienced, and brilliant man.  I'm so blessed.  

Was able to see him in Maryland at a different aunt and uncle's house a week later, and then again after Christmas in Maine for my Gramma's memorial service.  Hopefully, I'll see him soon, but until then, we've been talking on the phone for about an hour every week, and it's an incredible blessing.

Next weekend I get to visit my other grandparents at their time share in Florida.  Very much looking forward to it.

Planning to start posting again.  It's been a few monthes of a lot of change for me, some changes negative, some the opposite but the way I am coming out of them is overwhelmingly positive.  2013 is shaping up to be incredible.  I've decided it shall be so.

The Maine Event

My grandparents live in a beautiful wooden house on Lake Maranacook in Maine.  Their place is more than a mile down a dirt road in an already rural town.  The trees climb to the sky, and during the fall and winter, the vacationers aren't around.  The whole place is gorgeous and serene.

Danny and I took a vacation there for a few days to visit with my Gramma and Grampa and relax after some busy times at work.  These are some of the photographs from our trip.

Here are my grandparents, albeit from the back, but it is them nonetheless.

And here, are some photographs from a jolly walk through the woods on a cloudy, cool morning. The first one is of their lovely house.

More to come on the morrow.

Photo of me taken by Bill Buck. 
Pictured: Bill Buck, Barbara Buck, Daniel Garrison and Emily Grace Buck (me)

Hallowell, Maine, USA
and
Readfield, Maine, USA

Into the Woods

Into the woods

And down the dell,

The path is straight,

I know it well.

Into the woods,

And who can tell

What's waiting on the journey?

Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed.

 Never can tell
  What lies ahead.
  For all that I know,
  She's already dead.

But into the woods,
into the woods,
Into the woods
to Grandmother's house

And home before dark!

Chadd's Ford, Pennsylvania, USA

Seattle, Washington, USA

Manhattan, New York City, New York, USA

Lyrics from the musical Into the Woods.