The picture for the contest was taken in at one of my favorite places in Concord. It was at the North Bridge --the serene, tranquil place spoken of by Ralph Waldo Emerson in his poem, "Concord Hymn." It was quite literally the site of the first battle in the American Revolution.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
A few of you guessed correctly. A lot of you guessed wrong.
And some of you were absolutely hilarious in your guesses.
If ONLY I could go to Lallybroch with one red-headed, kilt-wearing Scotsman! Yum. (Read this book and you'll want to go, too.)
But since there can only be one winner, courtesy of Random-dot-org:
Cindy from AZ
Send me your address and a little ditty is headed your way.
I will be back tomorrow with pictures galore, stories, and a very funny conversation with a pedicab driver about my thighs.
Right now, I should be unpacking and doing laundry, but I find myself here at the computer, trying to catch up on the hundreds of blogs in my reader -- getting up only to get myself more handfuls of the highly overpriced/very touristy Boston Baked Beans we brought home.
Which by no means are helping the matter of the aforementioned thighs.
See you soon, peeps. It's good to be home.