A Day Among The Lupines

Ever since moving to New Hampshire in 2007, Doug and I have wanted to go to the Lupine Festival in Franconia.

This morning, we decided that today was the day.

We dropped the kids off at school and headed up into the mountains.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there was a gentle breeze. Perfect.

Our first stop was a famous breakfast place, Polly’s Pancake Parlor:

Unlike the rest of my family, I am not a huge breakfast person.

However, that has now changed after our visit to Polly’s.

Best. pancakes. EVER.

I am already making plans to go back.

Since Polly’s is in the heart of lupine country, it was only a short drive to the vast array of lupine fields atop Sunset Hill.

Along the freshly-mown trails, there were inspirational signs displaying portions of poems and songs along the way…

I know my cousin David would have loved this one… (wistful smile)

Doug and I were the only ones out in the field at that hour. It was supremely peaceful…feeling the sun on our shoulders, listening to the birds sing and the insects buzz, watching butterflies dance among the flowers.

This is the day that the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it. (Ps. 118:24)

On Sunday, our pastor mentioned that if this fallen world is so lovely—reflecting the stunning and dazzling beauty of our God—just imagine how glorious Heaven will be.

I thought of that as we wandered among the lupines. I felt so close to God there. My heart overflowed with gratitude to be sharing this day with my husband. To be in good health. To have eyes to see and ears to hear. To feel the weight of this wonderful moment in time. To walk on the topsoil of earth with my Savior, who delights in walking with me.

After strolling through the green paths dotted with all that glorious purple, we visited a quaint country store.