In the mean time, I have some photos from my trip to Connecticut on hand. About a month ago, I visited a small town close to the New York border named Kent. It is along the Housatonic River., which inspired Robert Underwood Johnson’s poem “The Housatonic at Stockbridge”
Well okay, it wasn’t September, instead it was May. If I was more talented I would write the May counterpart to the poem. I would not speak of the restive ripple and the swift red leaves, instead I would wax on about how the perfectly still waters reflect bright green juvenile leaves…
Contented river in thy dreamy realm
The cloudy willow and the plumy elm:
Thou beautiful! from ev'ry dreamy hill
What eye but wanders with thee at thy will.
Contented river! And yet overshy
To mask thy beauty from the eager eye;
Hast thou a thought to hide from field and town?
In some deep current of the sunlit brown.
Ah! there's a restive ripple,
And the swift red leaves
September's firstlings faster drift;
Wouldst thou away, dear stream?
Come, whisper near!
I also of much resting have a fear;
Let me tomorrow thy companion be,
By fall and shallow to the adventurous sea!
…and how the fishermen cast their flies (can you see them? they are about 3 pixels wide)
…and how nature always balances a perfect palette.
I will leave that poem for someone else to write.
Everywhere, the blossoms were at their peak:
We don’t get to see enough dogwoods here in California:
The coffee shop in town has a bulletin board where townspeople can purchase coffee futures for each other:
Which is your favorite? Mine was this purse (or pocketbook, as they say on the East Coast):
It turned out to be just a tad too small to house all the electronics I tote around everywhere - a blessing, given that I don't need another purse, or another hole in my head.
When I had to make a U-turn, I pulled into a random driveway and saw this flanking the left side of the driveway:
and this on the right side:
On our way to visit Bard College, my daughter and I saw this farm:
We city slickers are not accustomed to seeing this!
We both liked the cow with the white face:
We visited my sister-in-law in Westport. Her one-year-old
Weimereiner, named Daisy, loves my daughter.
We’ll be back, Daisy!