hope

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

~Emily Dickinson

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

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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!

garden therapy

where I spend so much of my time in the summer

planting

watering

weeding

a little slice of life

that is mine

garden work is like therapy to me

my space

my “alone time”

 

but is it really?

 

upon closer look…

 

 

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big blue eyes

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balancing act

It seems that I have plenty of company!

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)

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Edith's desk

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upstairs downstairs

geometry

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fern arches

ivy arch l

ivy bench

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pom poms

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The Mount

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Wharton wrote over 40 books in 40 years including

Ethan Frome

The House of Mirth

Summer

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

bee season

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bee season

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“That buzzing-noise means something. If there’s a buzzing noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee. ….
And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey…..
And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.”

~Pooh