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Nestled in the western part of Massachusetts among the Berkshires, the quaint town of Lenox has much to offer. There is Tanglewood, the summer home of The Boston Symphony Orchestra and a tourist destination for those searching for the perfect little New England town.

With mountains to the east and west, the area is picturesque, with rolling hills, babbling brooks and historical homes. The rustic beauty is a magnet to the arts. Part and full-time residents have included the famous musician, Yo-Yo Ma, the magical singer-song writer, James Taylor, writer, Edith Wharton, and writer, Nathaniel Hawthorne, to name a few.

A two-hour drive from Boston, Lenox was settled in 1750 when Sarah and Jonathan Hinsdale from Hartford, Connecticut established a small inn and general store in the area. Industries included farming, sawmills, textile mills, glassworks and quarrying.

Considered a Golden Age resort, Lenox is an enchanting town with attractions for everyone. Restaurants and accommodations are plentiful in the area – you’re certain to find this town memorable.

I’ll be heading that way again in the fall to publisize my new novel which is available now on Kindle and will be available in paperback as of August first. It is titled I Call Your Name, a romantic suspense set on Martha’s Vineyard. It may be purchased through Amazon, Mainly Murder Press, or at bookstores. If your bookstore does not carry it, you may order it. I hope you’ll enjoy it.


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For those of you in New England, I’m sure you’ve tucked yourselves in against the snow storm. Although I’m looking forward to a real winter day or two ( this one so far has been a bit wimpy), I keep hoping that the weathermen are wrong AGAIN and that we aren’t going to lose our power in a full-fledged storm. We’ve prepared. There’s a lean-to we assembled outside where we can place bird seed over the next few days, and our pets are in and safe. Good luck to all of you in the area.

A place not far from where we live on the south shore of Massachusetts is Lakeville. The town is aptly named, there are lakes and ponds dotting the land. One of them is quite large and seems to draw kayak enthusiasts.

Once part of Middlebourough, Lakeville became an independent town in 1853. The population there is about ten thousand, which gives the town the feeling of country, homes have ample yards – it is a place where horses roam in nicely fenced meadows.

Located in southeastern Massachusetts, the town is just twenty miles west of Plymouth, twenty miles north of New Bedford, thirty miles east of Providence, RI, and forty miles south of Boston. Routes 18 and 105 will take you there.

Our journey there, which takes about thirty minutes, is from route 106 in Halifax to 105, through forests and farmland, and in the summer and fall, to farmstands for the best apples and pumpkins. It’s like being in another world on 105 – time seems to stand still, it’s refreshing. At the end of 105 and at the intersection of 18, there is a cafe called Somethin’s Brewin’. The place is charming – it’s built of fieldstone and was once the Lakeville town library. It is now a great p[lace for a sandwich and coffee, and there’s a reading room where visitors may sit with a book from their shelves, and buy it if you like it. The books are generally old and reasonable to purchase – there are also books from local authors available. Between the food, atomosphere and the books, you have it all. They also offer children FREE used books when accompanied by a parent. Kids love it.

If you are into baseball, you might find it interesting to know that Boston’s Ted Williams once ran a baseball camp for youths in Lakeville – the camp is still there.

While my intention is to introduce you to Lakeville, I hope that knowing you’re close to Plymouth, New Bedford and Providence tempts you further. It’s a wonderful area, filled with beauty and history. I tend to favor the north with the mountains and the coast of Maine, but Lakeville is close and makes a great day, or half-day, journey filled with interest. My motto is “Don’t postpone joy” – we’ve been in precarious positions and I know too well that life can be taken suddenly – it’s important to go out and see new things, just as it is important to love home. I think it gives us a new perspective to see something beyond our own walls.

I hope you’ll enjoy Lakeville, and a good cup of tea or coffee at Somethin’s Brewin’.

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I had a few places in mind to write about, but storms have grounded me in my own town, so I thought I’d write a brief piece on Hanson.
Aside from being a non-descript little town, Hanson is located about halfway between Boston and the Cape Cod Canal, just north of historic Plymouth. The location is great for necessary conveniences such as hospitals in Boston and the area, and there are places to see and shop for anyone’s tastes.
The reason I’m grounded is because for the past couple of weeks we’ve had a hurricane, and last night, a wind storm with sixty-mile per hour winds. Both of the storms have taken down trees in our yard. One on my husband’s car, the other on the eight-foot high fence we have for our three pet geese. Every time we think of taking a day trip, instead, we are chain-sawing trees and repairing whatever was damaged.
I live surrounded with huge pines and oaks, which I love, and a river about three-hundred yards from my back door. I see all sorts of creatures, again which I love, even the coyotes, and I enjoy tending to the ducks and Canada Geese on the river. I am a self-proclaimed Mother Nature and I get teased about it frequently. I also have a cat collection and an occasional wounded bird or other small creature. Between writing, painting and caring for the needy whatevers who show up, I keep busy.
So, although I took you to my backyard for a journey this time, it is appropriately representative of New England, which I absolutely love.
Next time, we’ll go a bit further, providing there are no immediate storms :>)

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This is the perfect time of year to visit Westminster, Massachusetts to view the foliage, and specifically, The Olde Mill Restaurant on route 140. From the south shore where I live, it is about one hour and forty minutes, and eighty-five miles to the restaurant – worth every minute and mile.

Once an old mill, the restaurant, laden with wide pine flooring and thick overhead beams, is built across a small pond and falls. The place is enchanting. The home to a flock of geese and ducks in varying shades of white, brown and gray, the area is situated among a wonderful backdrop of oaks and pines.

While the food is excellent at the mill all times, on Sunday they have a brunch from about nine until two. The brunch will make a thin person fat and a chubby person ashamed – the food is incredible. They have a buffet with prime rib, chicken, fish, all sorts of potatoes and vegetables, plus everything imaginable for breakfast. You could sit there for hours and eat until you can’t move. To add to the array of calories, they have a table filled with desserts. The meal is around eighteen dollars per person. And don’t forget what I wrote first, that the place is beautiful inside and out. Two favorite food items there are their corn fritters served with maple syrup, and carmel-pecan buns. I didn’t write that it’s necessarily health food, it’s definitely soul and “hip” food, because yes, you wear those fritters and caramel buns :>)

Travel route 2 west, take route 140 for about one mile, and there you are.

They also have a delightful gift shop in the fieldstone constructed basement – you’ll love it all.

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Shortly after you cross the beautiful and not – to -be – missed Cape Cod Canal, to get to Sandwich, you need to follow route 6A.. It is a winding and picturesque road filled with interesting old homes and shops – a true slice of Cape Cod and New England.

Shortly after traveling 6A, you will see signs for route 130 which takes you into the heart of Sandwich and a variety of historical sights: the Daniel Webster Inn, and other great little shops await you for fine food and hunting souveniers or great gifts. My books are sold in Heidi’s Gem, a store with a “smithering” of just about everything, including some wonderful hand made items and old-fashioned candy store treats.

The Jarvis Street area is also home to a bakery that will send your taste buds and sugar levels into a spin – they have wonderful sandwiches as well. I believe it’s called Rebecca’s, but just ask anyone on that street about the bakery – everyone knows about it.

Also on Jarvis, is a super thrift store, St, John’s, and it is not only beautifully arranged with all sorts of treasures, it is inexpensive. I never fail to find something there I simply cannot resist.

Sandwich is representative of this country’s beginnings – without going further than this pretty town, you will find the essence of the cape and New England.

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I’ve taken you to Plymouth, but this time, it’s to a little restaurant where the food is homemade and excellent, and the people are charming.

If you are familiar with Twelve Tribes traditions, this is the group who prepares and serves the food.  If you are not aware of this gathering of people, information is available on line.

Some people refer to them as a cult.  I do not.  I may be wrong, but my knowledge of them has been positive and I genuinely like how they live – caring for one another.

While they have other eating establishments throughout the world, the one I know and love is on North Street in Plymouth’s historic center.  If you like cheesecake, I guarantee, you will never find another as good as this one.  Their soups, sandwiches, pancakes, muffins, and pies are all fantastic.  And they make the best coffee, refills are free.

Inside, you will find a historic building – one could imagine this is how it was in the eighteen-hundreds.  There are two fireplaces, an old-fashioned wooden counter where you order your food, and cozy little tables where you are invited to munch while visiting with friends.  And the clothing, the women dress modestly, in homesewn skirts and loose-fitting pants to the floor.  The men have beards, long-ish hair, and their clothing is also humble.  It’s fascinating.

I’m heading there Sunday to meet a writing friend, but since I am often called by name as I enter, I suppose it must be evident that I’m there a lot.  I highly recommend Blue Blinds – it’s a very sweet, serene place to visit.


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