Step back to Stevenson’s world, circa 1887: Saturday morning dawns clear and calm in the Adirondack Mountains. My cousins invite me to join them on a trip to Saranac Lake to the farmers market. I love visiting farmers markets and bragging about my own!
|This was the fireplace in the cottage of Robert Louis Stevenson.|
|These flowers were growing on his porch.|
|This was his bed!|
|And, of course, this is Mike!|
Here is the link to this week's column on visiting the cottage of Robert Louis Stevenson. I love the story of visiting the cottage, but I also love the wrap around story of meeting Mike.
Just click on the above link or the title and there you have it. I hope you enjoy this lovely adventure from last weekend!