Showing posts with label places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label places. Show all posts

Monday, September 10, 2018

Summer Journal: Plum Island, Newburyport, The Agawam


One fine summer day, we went to the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge on Plum Island. The day shone like a star among all of our other summer days.

My soul sang with the brightness of color: cornflower blue sky, sapphire sea, golden sand, green grass and trees, and snowy clouds. Everything was so beautiful.


And, no one was there but us . . .

And a seal . . .


 It was like being in a different world.
























We went to the Hellcat Observation tower further within the refuge. The tower is three stories high.

The view over the salt marsh was glorious.


 Seth took a lot of photos.

 Afterward, we walked the Dunes Trail--a boardwalk through woods and over dunes.






My girl, Emmeline. ♥

We encountered a couple of wild turkeys. They always remind me of dinosaurs.





















When we left the wildlife refuge, we drove into picturesque Newburyport.
 
The monument above is in memory of the crew of the Heather Lynne II, 1996. "Never will they be forgotten".

 Zach (standing), Luke, Emmeline, and Amy. ♥


We left Newburyport and drove down to Rowley to the Agawam Diner for their famous cheeseburger club sandwiches. Yummy!






















On the way home, someone commented, "This is the best day we've had in about five years." It truly was. As many of my readers know, my family has gone through some tough things. I am trying to get back to recording the highlights of our days on this blog at the request of my daughter who has serious health problems. She likes to scroll through the pictures when she is feeling poorly to remind herself that things aren't always so. ♥

Love and roses,
Sue

Friday, August 31, 2018

Summer Journal: The Mount

Earlier in the summer, I read a historical novel called, A Lady of Good Family, by Jeanne Mackin. It was about young Beatrix Jones Farrand, the first female American landscape architect.  In the novel I learned that Beatrix Jones was Edith Wharton's niece and had spent time at her aunt's country estate, The Mount, in Massachusetts' Berkshire Mountains. Edith designed both the house and gardens at The Mount, and I imagine she must have been an important influence on Beatrix.

While traveling through the Berkshire Mountains one weekend, we stopped at Lenox, Massachusetts to visit The Mount:

Edith loved European gardens and architecture. You approach The Mount by entering a walled courtyard--the first room of many, as Edith envisioned life as a series of rooms and designed her home to reflect her vision:
"But I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting-room, where the members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors perhaps are never turned; no one knows the way to the, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes." ~ from The Ghost Stories of Edith Wharton








































We toured the gardens first:




















After descending a beautiful, wide double staircase to the garden, you encounter the first garden "room": an impressive alle of pleached linden trees known as a "lime walk":

































































At the end of the lime walk, to the left of the house is the French flower garden. It is a sunny, open garden featuring a central dolphin fountain and pool that is surrounded by mixed beds of colorful perennials and annuals.





Inside the house, Edith favored symmetry and natural light, which you can see in this photo of the gallery. This room was used as a waiting area for guests before they were received into the drawing room.






















Edith disliked socializing and detested "small talk". She had an intimate circle of close friends, among whom Henry James was counted.






















The drawing room still features the original plaster work on the ceilings--it is gorgeous. However, most of the furnishings are historically accurate reproductions, which means that visitors are truly invited in to Edith's world with no need to stand behind velvet ropes.

















Through the doorway in the photo above, you find yourself in Edith's library, the only room with original furnishings (we had to stay behind the velvet ropes).





















My favorite room in the house was Edith's bedroom. She did all of her writing in bed on a lap desk. Guests and household staff knew not to expect to see her until noon each day. She stayed in bed writing until 11 am. As she completed each page, she let it drift to the floor.

Edith began her writing career at the age of thirty-one with the publication of a non-fiction volume called, The Decoration of Houses. She went on to write forty books in forty years and was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize. She was awarded for her novel The Age of Innocence.


The view from Edith's bedroom window. I need white dotted swiss curtains for my bedroom and that soft blue-gray for my walls. : )



Breaking with tradition, Edith preferred a round dining room table with limited seating. She believed a dinner party should be an intimate affair, ultimately a gathering of equals, as this was most conducive to excellent conversation. 





















We enjoyed our lunch on the beautiful wide terrace that wraps around the back and sides of the house:


Our favorite part of  The Mount was Edith Wharton's "secret garden", a sunken, stone-walled, Italianate garden. We visited the estate on a mizzling day, and the secret garden was several degrees cooler and veiled in silvery mist:



















All of the flowers in this garden are white: astilbe, climbing hydrangea, and jasmine. The effect is wild peace.





























































































Thank you for reading!

Love and roses,
Sue ♥