to Lenox, Massachusetts
in the early 1900’s
to The Mount
home of author, Edith Wharton
“On a slope overlooking the dark waters and densely wooded shores of Laurel Lake we built a spacious and dignified house, to which we gave the name of my great-grandfather’s place, The Mount…There for over ten years I lived and gardened and wrote contentedly, and should doubtless have ended my days there had not a grave change in my husband’s health made the burden of the property too heavy.
“But meanwhile The Mount was to give me country cares and joys, long happy rides and drives through the wooded lanes of that loveliest region, the companionship of a few dear friends, and the freedom from trivial obligations which was necessary if I was to go on with my writing. The Mount was my first real home…its blessed influence still lives in me.”
~from Wharton’s autobiography, A Backward Glance (1934)
Wharton wrote over 40 books in 40 years including
The House of Mirth
The Age of Innocence
and many short stories and poems
She was the first woman to receive The Pulitzer Prize for fiction
She designed this home and the gardens surrounding it.
She was a woman way beyond her time.
I recently spent an afternoon strolling through her home and gardens
while in the Berkshires.
I remember reading “Ethan Frome” in high school and thinking that it was one of the saddest stories I had ever read.
Now, after learning more about her, I’m anxious to read more of her books.
“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”