SNAPS

Snapshots from then and now (hover over the photos for captions)

Summer view of the front hay field

Stone bird bath/dog bowl near the lavender in the herb bed

A pair of pink flowering cherries in spring

Nantucket New Dawn roses

Mr. Bossy pants.

An unusual coral peony from a friend

My grandfather,Opi with Mom and Dad and a good catch from the Raritan River

My peaceful shade bed, with stone bench, pagoda,buddha.

Summer’s bounty

Espalier in ice

Petal in the flats at Monomoy in Nantucket

The wisteria in full bloom on the back of the bunk house and garage.

Antique bottles in Mom’s kitchen window in Ct.

Atticus Finch gets her first check up in 2015 at the Oldwick Animal Hospital

Dicentra, or Bleeding Heart in the child’s shade garden.

Front of the House on A winter night; shooting star-make a wish!

Clematis on the pool fence

Lizzie, age five, playing on a milking station in the cow bar.

Shade garden under the horse chestnut tree

The perennial bed in fall, from under the chestnut tree

I love to weave nantucket basketry and made this bracelet for my daughter’s birthday

Baby Atti at the bird bath in the herb bed

Bartlett Farm’s flower truck, Main Street, Nantucket

Lizzie, shooting skeet with her Dad out by the big barn. As her Grandmother, she’s a good shot.

Winter walk with my fiend, Jan and our dogs

My beautiful daughter and nieces, (L to R) Gracie, Caro, Posey, and Lizzie.

My grandmother’s peony’s long-blooming every year since the 40’s

Patch and me, at Forbes Fields.

My great-grandmother, Oma, my grandmother,Omi, gathering farm peaches n the ’40s.

Rainbows!

My parents, in front of what is now the Farm’s cottage

Mom and her garden bounty grown from seed, 1959

At 88, my mom, still a beauty

Christmas at the Farm with my Grandmother,Omi, and me at age nine months.

Dad in May, 2014 at a visit to the farm.

My pathway to heaven…

A one-egger, from my Nantucket basket collection. This was a gift to Lizzie on her first birthday, which she celebrated on-island.

My great-grandmother, Oma, and me.

Two of my favorite activities- being read to and sucking my thumb.

Petal in the Pacasandra

My mother, age 19. She was quite the shot.

The clematis that inspired the opening lines of my memoir

Dad, out plowing Cedar Ridge Road on the tractor in 1953.

Lizzie and Michael bone- fishing in the Bahamas.

Nanook of North New Jersey, 1950’s.

Sparrow nest in the back door lantern

This rose gate built by my grandfather led to the Granary for easy access to his grandchildren.

In the shade bed, this wonderful relic from my uncle Carl’s Japanese garden on the farm.

Dad, Rob and I on Mt. Washington. One of hundreds of walk we took during his life.

Black Angus at my sisters’ farm nearby- “Buttonwood”

I created this covered pathway by training the wisteria to creep over from garage to Bunk house

I do love these guys.

” Where do you go on summer vacation?” About seventy- feet from my kitchen door.

Fiesty firecracker born 7 weeks early on the July 4th, ’91

Atti, as a puppy at the bird bath, with George and Petal in the background

Mt. Washinton Hike, 1960- Rob in his lederhausen

An inherited espalier granny smith apple on the side of the barn, one of a pair.

The brick pump-house perennial bed

Smokey, peeking from in the smokehouse vent

My first Doll house built and painted by my parents in the farm’s woodworking shop.

Mom and me. She’s my best bud.

The whole Fam-damily.

Mourning Dove in the Wisteria.

Almost invisible toad hides in the Rhodies.

June 21, 1950

This bed has morphed many times. Here it is in 1962, replete with roses and pink geraniums.

An ariel view of the farm, 1940, The granary is on the far left, top corner, before it was converted into our home.

Cone flowers and butterflies

Posey, my niece, climbs the ladder we leave out in peach season in the grove and grabs a snack after a swim.

There are load of bluebirds on the farm, which I am sure is why I’m so happy there!

A snowy view from my bedroom window

From our trees, photo by Lizzie Z

Summer cocktail spot- the front porch.

The Tewksbury Foot Bassetts- Every Sunday, hese hardy little guys tracked hare through the open country side as we followed for miles on foot after them. Dad was a whipper-in.

On Vaca in Boca Grande, Fla.

My bestest bud.

The day we bought the farm, August 1st, 1995

Banana plants from friend Jan, who raised them from seed for her daughter’s wedding.

Dad, me and sister, Liz setting out of a walk at Mohonk Mountain House

I love making arrangements with whatever is in bloom.

My sister’s first winter on the farm, 1964.

Arrangement in a glass “flower crown,” a gift from my friend, Andree.

The Cow barn,photo by my cousin, Jean Timkin

The corner of the farmer’s bunk house, and the brick smoke house.

My summer writing space, once the farm hand’s summer bunk house

Mom, and my brother Rob, in his coon skin cap, out for a sleigh ride on the farm in 1955.

My handsome father– Quebec, Canada, 1993

In bow of my father’s canoe, Ontario, Canada, 1963

My handsome nephew, Oliver Wyatt, my namesake and Godson, a some to be senior at Duke.

Apple sauce from our own apples.

Day lillies lining the driveway

Walking west, around the corner of the house, past the fern and shade bed

This year’s Christmas table-2017

Good Friends Go Basetting( I’m the apple-eater)

Mom and Lizzie love the home made ice-cream at the annual Pottersville Peach Festival

Vermont College of Fine Arts where I attended Grad school.

Deep snows in the 50’s

1938 when the entire 1000 acres was open and untouched.

A bee in the Rhodies.

Inside the main Cow barn, taken by my cousin, Jean Timkin

Petal in the petals.

Every year a new family on the well house lattice cover.

The Granary-My parents built the farm’s granary into a cottage in 1951 and my brother and I were born there.

Me, my sister Liz, and my sister-in-law, K. 2017

Pieris Japonica” fire cracker” in the smoke house bed

My Grandmother, Omi, with cousins the Millers; Lisa and I were best childhood pals.

Dad, with Tim and Jeff, posting hunting signs on our 300 acres.

They’re a dickens in the garden, but so sweet to watch.

An inherited sundial still keeps perfect time

My first Thanksgiving with Mom’s parents, who I called Boo( with the handlebar mustache) and Dot( McPherson) They lived close by and we spent lots of time at there roomy victorian in Cranford.