from Stockbridge to Boston



summer reader



visiting Mr. Copland

having a catch





Joshua Bell


the Berkshires always remind me of James Taylor
and Sweet Baby James
we ended up at Tanglewood this past weekend
it was opening night
(and funny that James Taylor happened to be in the audience…along with Yo Yo Ma!)
so exciting!
but it’s always magical out there
as I’ve been coming here many summers
since I was a little girl
tonight was an all Tchaikovsky program
his Violin Concerto performed by Joshua Bell
with of course the BSO
and a favorite symphony of mine…The Fifth
people young and old spread their picnics out on the lush green lawn
for a night under the summer sky
this is how classical music should be enjoyed
in a beautiful garden, overlooking the lake and the mountains
pure bliss!

I took a couple very short teasers on my iphone for you

enter autumn

enter autumn

autumn gold





cool summer green


They give us those nice bright colors

They give us the greens of summers

Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day

I got a Nikon camera

I love to take a photograph

So mama don’t take my Kodachrome away

~Paul Simon


fern forest



green carpet

while in the Berkshires
I couldn’t get over how lush
and green everything seemed
here at home, it is so dry
everything is turning brown
but there may be some hope
as rain is in the forecast
for the next few days
while I’m sure most vacationers won’t be happy
I’m actually looking forward to staying inside
with a few good books
hmmm… maybe I’ll even do a little baking

bring it on!

back in time

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)






Edith's desk


upstairs downstairs




fern arches

ivy arch l

ivy bench



pom poms


The Mount


Wharton wrote over 40 books in 40 years including

Ethan Frome

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.”

~Edith Wharton