“But if ever you come beyond the borders as far as the town that lies in a hill dimple at the foot of Kearsarge, never leave it until you have knocked at the door of the brown house under the willow-tree at the end of the village street, and there you shall have such news of the land, of its trails and what is astir in them, as one lover of it can give to another…”

–Mary Austin
The Land of Little Rain

If only the door of Mary Austins’ home could have served as a portal to the past (more…)