Monday DH and I headed up to Dover because according to the miraculous Internet, there was supposed to be a hobby store there with supplies for model railroaders. And besides, what better thing to do on one of the first Spring Days of 2013?
So we marveled at the scenery and arrived near "center city" at the stated address. First we noted the aroma of fresh maple/cinnamon rolls coming from Weeks' diner.
Then we searched the other nooks and crannies of the turn of the century (20th, that is) and found the alleged hobby shop. CLOSED ON MONDAY.
After peeking in the windows it looked like we might not have found what we wanted anyway: It seemed to mostly be supplies for gamers and roll players.
We consoled ourselves with breakfast. My Mexican Omelet was tasty. DH's Eggs Benedict were over cooked and the English Muffin burnt. Loved the un-matched tablecloths and cheerful waitstaff, though.
Then we arrived at Wentworth Greenhouses. They are obviously in the process of getting stocked for spring, but the blooming bulbs and pansy baskets were gorgeous.
My Aunt and Uncle usually had clivias at Easter time. I am under the impression that they are hard to grow. Must research: they weren't cheap!
|The nursery had some gorgeous glazed pots. I'm not sure they really "fit" the style of our yard... but they might be nice on the back deck... with herbs.|
Pork Bellies? Or Pot-bellied pigs?
Cole's Hot Meats: I wonder if this would actually work... and if bears would prefer it or avoid it. I can imagine a YouTube video with an unhappy chili pepper eater.
I thought it was silly that a small town like Dover would have a "truck route." Smart DH pointed out that they might want to keep trucks on the same paths so as to save and protect the roads. Certainly, there wasn't any worry about traffic congestion that I could see.
I had never seen pink (or purple) houses before moving to New England. I like the contrasting trim and double porches. And the "guard rail" on the upstairs window. I'm not sure the window is actually tall enough to step out of, though... unless you are in a horror movie.