Just One Week in the Country
The charm of country roads and weathered barns and dandelion patches just never seems to get old for me. Maybe it's because I was raised in the country and I have that healthy longing for childhood nostalgia. Or maybe it's because I've lived the past 12 years between major US cities and nothing but a country life could seem further from my reality. Or maybe it's just something aesthetic or intuitive that clicks on in me for no obvious reason. Regardless, I am charmed by a sundress and a fiddle and a barn.
A few photos from our recent trip to the New York countryside followed by a weekend wedding in the Berkshires. I mean, doesn't everybody want an accordion player at their spring wedding? A barn with a weather vane in the distance? A smattering of canning jars transformed into lighting fixtures? A roadside ice cream stand complete with picnic tables?
Okay, what about an excuse to wear boots and sundresses just about every day? Le sigh.