portsmouth park

The only adjective that comes to mind when describing our outing in Portsmouth yesterday is cold. I could actually throw in fun, sunny, beautiful, and bright, but in the end, cold overshadows all.

There's a great little dog park at South Mill Pond in Portsmouth, NH where we're able to take Daisy and Pepper for a taste of freedom and some mingling time with other canines. And right next to the dog park is a little playground that Aidan adores. Yesterday, while Aunt Beverly is here visiting from College Station, TX, he specifically requested a trip to his favorite park, so off we went.

I'm glad I bundled him up. But, truth be told, the wind still found a way to seep into our bones. My mom, who is currently visiting from Houston, chickened out on us and stayed in the car with Baby Paige. Have I mentioned that it was cold?

Spring time in New Hampshire is a whole other beast, as compared to spring time in Texas.

Another day. Another adventure.

cold night, old town

We spent the evening in Portsmouth, NH yesterday, eating delicious seafood chowder, drinking hot coffee, and nibbling on pastries in downtown Market Square.

It was a beautiful, bitterly cold winter day -- crisp with flurries in the air -- and absolutely perfect.

I described to a friend that the reason I've come to love Portsmouth so much is because it's the perfect mix of the old and the new. Portsmouth was founded in the 1600s, and retains much of its original charm and architecture.

It sort of reminds me of a small Austin. It has a downtown area similar to 6th Street, complete with the independent record stores, coffee houses, bars, and art galleries. It's amazing and very American to see the old buildings of past centuries thriving side by side with the new.