A historical visit on the house and the infinity of our circus days.

June 25, Pembroke.

A fan of the circus, Bob Lessard, took the four of us on a tour of the area this morning; he had extended the same favor to Jim and Beverly a few days ago and was a pleasure to mill around with.
We stopped at Plymouth Rock, joked about it being really installed in 1954 for tourists' sake, walked around a replica of the Mayflower, had Dylan make a scene because he wanted to go on it, drove on to the Winslow House for a fascinating historical visit of this 1699 rather gentry pilgrims' home.
I had gotten up early to sit outside and read, the woods opening up in front of the trailer, the vines brushing up against my flowers, the loveliness of it all. It is afternoon now and I am finishing this morning's cold tea. Two days of infinity.
Or as Carolyn said, life reinvented every day.
We get up and reinvent ourselves, on the road with the circus, day after day after new day, the challenges, the beauty, the chaos, the routine, all unfolding as if for the first time.