Last Spring in Tolland
Home for me isn’t Maryland, though I’ve lived here for almost 25 years. Home is where I was born and raised. Where my “stuff” deep inside comes from—that grit as they call it. Home for me is Tolland, Connecticut. In case you've never heard of it, CNN Money Magazine named my town as the 37th Best Small Town to Live in America in 2011.
There’s just this something about going home. My routine is always the same when I arrive: I walk around the yard, examine the blueberry bushes and grape vines, discover the new flower varieties in my mom's many gardens, and I like to sit on this one particular rock that is placed in the middle of what was once my dad’s vegetable garden. When I’m there, I reminisce and reflect on years gone by.
This past spring when I arrived home I grabbed my camera and headed out to capture my hometown's nature at its finest. What follows is what my eyes fell upon—just a little something to cure your winter blues:
There’s just this something about going home. My routine is always the same when I arrive: I walk around the yard, examine the blueberry bushes and grape vines, discover the new flower varieties in my mom's many gardens, and I like to sit on this one particular rock that is placed in the middle of what was once my dad’s vegetable garden. When I’m there, I reminisce and reflect on years gone by.
This past spring when I arrived home I grabbed my camera and headed out to capture my hometown's nature at its finest. What follows is what my eyes fell upon—just a little something to cure your winter blues: