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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

Historic District...

Here is the (real) Drovers Gap Historic District. Some of these residents have been here longer than most of the houses you'll see around town. You'll recognize the names of families influential and notorious.

If you want to listen to their tales, the best times for a chat are on the edge of day and the verge of night, when it is still light enough to be sure you are yet in the world, and getting dark enough to know they are not quite yet out of it.


Henry's books.

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