Explore: Harrisville

Saturdays are a precious day in the life of Melody. I work a three-week Saturday rotation, so I do my best to enjoy the two Saturdays between that I have off. This past week was a stressful one at work, so I decided to plan something special. A sweet woman who visits the library regularly told me about a tiny town called Harrisville, northwest of Dublin near Mount Monadnock. Apparently there is a wool mill there, with a shop attached. I went online and did some research, and discovered that the tiny center of Harrisville is indeed adorable! I couldn't wait to go. I packed up water, blankets, scarves, hats, and gloves, drove to pick up my mom, and we started out. Driving northwest in NH is always fun - our state has the most beautiful little towns. Each one is centered around an old church or meetinghouse, and usually includes lots of stone walls, brick buildings, and 200-year-old trees.

Harrisville is just such a town. It's situated just next to a tiny little lake, and boasts several brick buildings, a general store, a tiny library, a beautiful cemetery, giant church, and little crisscrossing roads navigating the water.

We started out with lunch at the Harrisville General Store. It had a bit of everything, including tables and chairs to relax in while we enjoyed soup, bread, and delicious strawberry pastries. From there we drove across the street to Harrisville Designs. I unfortunately didn't bring my camera inside (I don't have a lot of confidence bringing my camera into shops), so a few phone photos are following.

So much wool! So many colors. I loved walking around and looking at all the weaving projects in progress on the beautiful handmade looms. The mill, located just down the street, is where most of the yarn was spun. There were even some beautiful sheepskins for sale. I bought a few shuttles to make my weaving adventures a little easier.

Next we drove a few more feet down the road to the tiny cemetery jutting out into the water. Mum opted to stay in the nice warm car, while I braved the frigid gusts to take a few photos of the graveyard. I didn't last very long!

And last, we checked out the tiny little library. It was TINY. A single square room, lined and stuffed with books, movies, and more. I think we only lasted a few moments in there as well - it was about five minutes to closing time and the librarian was not impressed with our timing. ;)

Our return trip included a stop at a consignment shop (where I found a pair of original L.L. Bean boots for $40) and a quick run through Dunkin's (because this is New England, after all). Here's to the next adventure!

Sunday Wanderings: Seaside and Forest

The past few Sundays have been unbelievably gorgeous. What else can you do when the weather is gorgeous but be outdoors? Here are some photos from the past few Sunday wanderings I did.


Last Sunday, my friend Megan and her husband Mitch invited me to tag along on a drive to the seaside. New Hampshire has a very short coastline (only 18 miles or so), but what we do have is beautiful. We drove straight due east and then turned to drive north up along the coast. The shoreline here is rocky and wild, with lots of tide pools, breakers, and colorful seaweed. We hiked along the rocks, gathering beautiful shells and pieces of wave-tossed driftwood to make things.




We gathered tiny shells with holes in them and edges worn beautifully smooth. I incorporated them into a weaving I was working on, to add a textural bit of beauty to an otherwise plain weaving.


A favorite!



I love the New England coastline. It's so wild and rugged-looking. The sun was warm on our backs and the wind was kind to us, blowing softly and sweetly. I breathed so deeply that day.

Afterwards we went to Portsmouth and I introduced my friends to The Soupery. If you're ever in Portsmouth...you need to go. They literally have the best soups.


This past Sunday, we decided to go on yet another adventure! The weather was a bit chillier than last week, but the sun was still bright and warm and cheery. I took Megan and Mitch to a place called Purgatory Falls, where (you guessed it) we hiked along a river and saw waterfalls.





After hiking for an hour or so, we took a side trail and ended up on a snowmobile track that led up a hillside to a 'viewpoint'. The rocky road opened out into a beautiful wide field with a single tree in the middle and a long stone wall at the foot of the hill. There was a beautiful view of the Uncanoonic Mountains, and hardly a cloud in the sky. I laid back on the dry, crackling grass and I could feel the earth turning. Actually I think I was just dizzy from walking much harder and longer than I had anticipated, but it was special. That little clearing was so quiet and peaceful.



It's so important to explore the world around you, and make time to be outdoors. To breathe deeply and open your hands and listen to God in the quiet. I'm hoping to make adventures a regular thing - to explore of my beautiful home state and exercise my body and breathe the fresh air. Stay tuned for more posts like these!