Robert Frost's Stone House.

After Apple-Picking

BY ROBERT FROST


My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now. ...


Came upon this former home of the American poet, now a museum about him, by chance as we were driving from Manchester through Southern Vermont this morning.

Frost lived here in the 1920s and wrote some of his best known poems here. He planted the apple tree in the foreground here and the apples still taste very sweet.

The full poem can be found here if you're interested:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173523

Stopped in nearby Bennington, which seemed an interesting and lively place to live and then on to Lenox, in the Berkshires where we'll be for a couple of nights.

We were greeted at the Inn where we are staying with mulled cider and blueberry muffins, taking our cake count for the day up to three; as you can see, we're embracing an all-American diet! Good wifi here too so was able to back blip yesterday's. Apologies for lack of comments once again