Home from the hills
by chuckofish
Yesterday I drove to Vermont to pick up #3 son for his October break. It was a perfect driving day: overcast and cool. Since the DH has the “good car” down in New Haven, I drove the old station wagon. And by old I mean a car with only a cassette player for music. We’ve tried ipod adapters but it doesn’t work too well. I ended up with the only cassettes I could find, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban read by Stephen Fry. Yes, the car is that old: we used it on long trips with the kiddies. Anyway, it really made my trip go quickly. And the scenery was gorgeous:
Imagine this view in the sun!
Who wouldn’t like to go to college among the mountains?
The Tim and I stopped at my favorite antique store
where he bought me a present!! This beautiful Chinese silk embroidery from the 1920s. It’s incredibly delicate and perfectly stitched. Thank you, Tim!
I leave you with a passage from Rilke because beautiful as Fall is, there’s also something kind of melancholy about it.
“Look: the trees exist; the houses
we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet
about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of
some secret hope.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
Don’t let it pass you by in a rush — notice everything! Have a great weekend.
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That silk is so nice, and it looks great right there. I will try my utmost to not spill tea all over it.
Gosh, I love Rilke. Sounds like a wonderful drive–so pretty!
Yes, Vermont must be lovely this time of year. All those leaves! Really, I am so jealous.
And, indeed, Rilke is the tops.
(Also: I remember that box–was it Mira’s?)
Yes, and I’d love to know more about it, but I have so far been completely unable to find anything comparable. It’s just a little trinket box — not worth anything — but I’ve always loved it.