The Lupine Festival, celebrated by a number of northern New Hampshire communities, including Franconia, Littleton, and Sugar Hill among them, was reason enough for Jim and I to head out of town, today. The rain was pouring down, here, until we reached the White Mountains. Suddenly, we noticed that the pavement was dry and the sun had come out, leaving clouds hanging low over the mountain peaks.
New Hampshire is such, such, a beautiful state! The north country is a lot more sparsely populated than the southern tier, near Boston. The climate is very different in north and south, even though New Hampshire is a relatively small state. Lupine flowers grow wild and can also be grown as a cultivated variety. Where we went today, there were fields of these gorgeous violet, lavender, white, or pink spikey blossoms, growing by the roadside and in private gardens, too! The only visible sign that a festival was currently underway were the Lupine banners prominently displayed from churches and businesses.
Since it took us about an hour and a half to reach our destination area, I had time to do some embroidery in the car, and almost finished a reproduction Greenwork quilt top that I’ve been working on.
The weather turned out to be bright and sunny up north. We had lunch at a favorite Italian restaurant in Littleton called “The Oasis,” then checked out a few antique shops. At our age, it doesn’t take much to amuse us, and more than anything, it’s always fun to chat with shop owners and to share knowledge with them, whenever possible.
The Lupines were grand, and in and of themselves, they were well worth the trip, not to mention the scenic views of the mountains, farm animals of various kinds, the babbling, sparkling brooks and rivers, shining in the sun, and more.
Pat
OMG, BEEEYUUUUUUTEEFULLLLLL!!! James is *such* a wonderful photographer!