Summer weather has finally deigned us with its presence. Mom is making steady progress and we've been out and about in the car.
For her first outing we drove north to Massachusetts -- the plan was to drive to Great Barrington and on the way it occured to me that we might make a little side trip to Tanglewood. For many many years my parents spent every Saturday attending the morning rehearsal. Mom would pack breakfast and lunch and off they would set -- often with friends at about 6.00 am! You have to get there early to get the good seats in the 'Shed'. Dad would rush ahead with sweaters and jackets to 'reserve' their seats and then everyone would head off to a screened in area for breakfast. The last time I went with them John Williams was there to conduct a compilation of all his famous movie themes -- from Jaws to Indiana Jones. It was great fun because a movie screen had been set up showing scenes from the movies as the orchestra played the famous music. My son, Andrew, was there too and had a great time. So we took this drive down memory lane and it was lovely to see again. Mom was not maudlin at all -- just happy to remember and be there.
Yesterday we made it to the Kent Pizza Garden for some of the best pizza anywhere. When things go wrong in our lives it is amazing how often it is the simplest of pleasures that we relish the most: our homes, our lazy afternoons, the walk from a car to a restaurant table ... It astonishes me how much can be accomplished with will power and encouragement and how dependent those two virtues are on each other.
The ride from Kent, Connecticut to Canaan, Connecticut is one of the prettiest in this part of New England. Kent is situated on the beautiful Housatonic River and it is easy to imagine the time long ago when Native Americans would have fished and canoed in peace along the rapids winding through the forest. So it was a special treat to drive along this beautiful river on Route 7 for several miles between West Cornwall and Cornwall Bridge with my mother knowing that not so long ago she had thought she would never be able to ride again in a car.
On the way home we stopped for a few minutes at Kent Falls State Park. This is a great place to witness the changing seasons. In winter the falls are often a frozen wonder and the barren trees allow you to view the rock formations hidden in summer. In the fall the colors are breathtaking and dramatic. There are picnic tables and an easy walk through a covered bridge to the green and lush grass.
|Kent Falls tumbling toward the beautiful Housatonic River just across the Road.|
Friday breakfast at the Geer Village is Pancake Day. For several years now my mother has met with friends and daughters of friends for a weekly treat. It was fantastic to have her at another pancake breakfast. Daughters are on the left and Mamas are on the right! (I opt for poached eggs -- my favorite!) It's such a simple pleasure, you know -- but ever so special when shared with dear friends.