On March 29, 1919, while Robert Frost was living in Franconia, he wrote a letter to his daughter Lesley. In it he says, “Irma and I and Carol captured about forty young wild apple trees just over the wall on that slope going down to the Poole’s spring house and are setting out an orchard on the steepest slope behind the house in our mowing field.”
Courtesy The Letters of Robert Frost, Volume 1: 1886–1920, edited by Robert Faggen, Mark Richardson, and Donald Sheehy
This is a slope we know all too well, as it now serves as the pathway that leads to the Henry Holt Barn at The Frost Place. The next time you visit The Frost Place and are climbing up this path on your way to the barn, look over your right shoulder at the apple tree situated at the bottom of the slope. It has a hole in its trunk and the 90-odd years of weather have caused it to gnarl, but it still produces apples and serves as a reminder of the tradition of poetry. Come and be a part of it. Come and help us carry on the tradition. Come and be inspired.