For a brief time, we lived in this house:
How gorgeous is that? I don't have too many memories of actually living there. My parents bought it with plans to remodel it. And just when they got started, my dad was transferred to Buffalo...
But back to the bridge. Well, my mom was lucky enough to grow up down the street from this bridge:
The Cornish Windsor Covered Bridge. It is beautiful. It's the longest covered bridge in the country. And it connects Windsor, Vermont to Cornish, New Hampshire. I have loved this bridge as long as I can remember. And I'm not a huge fan of bridges. It is so charming and quaint.
So when I was thinking about what my blog would be about, I thought of this bridge. The beauty and simplicity. And where it all started.