My friend, Paige is the Assistant to the Executive Director at the Frost Place, and this week is their Conference on Poetry and Teaching.

It's tradition for the Frost Place to invite a member of the community to act as a Frost in the Air reader. I was invited to deliver a poem last night and decided to read Frost's "Blueberries."

To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of poetry.

However, I've always had a soft spot for Frost's realism and the way he captures quintessential New England yankees. "Blueberries" is a hilarious conversation about coveting your blueberry bushes and beating your neighbors to the pick.

Reading at the Frost Place is peaceful. The barn directly faces a view of the mountains, which is what brought Robert Frost to Franconia in the first place.

Coincidentally, Frost also lived in Derry where I grew up. He taught at Pinkerton Academy, the high school I would have gone to had we not moved.

Although Frost did not move to the mountains directly from Derry as I did (he sojourned in England for a few years), I can relate to why he finally settled here.

Reading his words in the place we chose to live was truly magical. I'm so appreciative to live north of the notch.