Flander's Lane, Washington Maine

Flander's Lane is named after my grandfather, Roland Flanders. It is a short dirt road with a few camps set on Washington Pond. There are tales that Flander's Lane is haunted. At least that's what my grandfather says.

Friday, December 21, 2007


Snow ArchSo the logs were right. The snow keeps coming down, and we will have a very white Christmas this year in Maine. It's great, since we are here this season just so our wee 3 year old can experience snow for the first time.

I can say she now has snow experience. A snow man, snow pony, giant snow arch, and miles of sledding has made her a winter sport pro.
SleddingI will say that I've observed that her enthusiasm for snow is not as great as her excitement to hop in the lake on hot summer days. Waist deep in snow, walking up the long hill she stops, looks up at me and says, "Daddy, I can't take it anymore."

Inside at Grampy's house the place is all warm. We take off our snow suits, shake off all the snow, and gather around the table for a warm meal.

Then it's nap time. Somehow the snow makes one sleepy. It's a hibernation thing, I think. You just want to curl up under some blankets and go to sleep.