Every Wednesday Susan from A Southern Daydreamer hosts Outdoor Wednesday. An opportunity to visit the outdoors in other parts of the globe without making reservations.
I like to walk down the paths where Louisa May Alcott walked.
Nestled on a road which overlooks the Wachusett Mountains is home to Fruitlands,
and the most glorious sunsets you have ever seen.
Harvard, Massachusetts is as quaint a place as Concord,
and once the home of the Alcott family as well.
I have been reading all about Fruitlands in a book I took out of the library Bronson Alcott's Fruitlands by Clara Endicott Sears. Published May, 1915.
Inside Louisa's Diary of Fruitlands speaks of sweet secrets to the place.
"Thursday, 12th - After lessons I ironed. We all went to the barn and husked corn. It was good fun. We worked till eight o'clock and had lamps. Mr. Russell came. Mother and Lizzie are going to Boston. I shall be very lonely without dear little Betty,and no one will be as good to me as Mother. I read in Plutarch. I made a verse about sunset:
Anna thought it was very fine; but I didn't like it very well."
I had taken my book with me when I visited Fruitlands, and read overlooking the grounds. I watched the sun set behind the Wachusett Mountains and thought about what it must have been like to have lived during that time on this magnificent stretch of land.
The song for this post is Orchard House, from the soundtrack of Little Women.
P.S. When I returned home, I got lost in Painting The Roses Red over at For The Love of Old Books.