I’m not big into baseball metaphors. In fact, I’m not really into baseball very much. I leave for that Janet. I’ll give it a try though. Our weekend adventures run the range from making it to first base to hitting it out the park. Fortunately we haven’t experienced any strikeouts. Today’s adventure would probably be a single.  

Erik, Amanda, and the girls are coming this week and we made arrangements with Janet’s brother to trade one of our cars for their van for the week. Add to that, our air-conditioning has been temperamental to the point of not working today. Put those together and it spells an adventure in the NH lakes region.

Tarbin Gardens is a cute little English garden tucked in the woods of Franklin, NH.  Though not as elaborate as some of the gardens we’ve visited, it was obvious to see the care and planning that has gone into the grounds. Winding paths lead the visitor to more than a dozen pocket gardens, ponds, and greenhouses.  My friend, Maria, would love the barnyard with the bunnies, goats, and chickens.

I love banks of color. These gardens had splashes of color and sometimes even just spot.  But scattered throughout the trails were some beautiful finds.

We didn’t get to enjoy the English Cream Tea, which looked pretty fun, but we did enjoy the formal gardens. I really love structured gardens like the French and Italian. This garden had much of the order and symmetry I love.

Today wasn’t a home run, but it was certainly a base hit. Sometimes simple things are just what we need.

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” – Helen Keller