I spent my weekend trying to take care of my ear and ending up in urgent care with a prescription for antibiotic ear drops to add to my arsenal for ridding myself of the infection that my stubbornness allowed to get as bad as it did in the first place. (Wow. That was some ridiculous sentence.) I won't tell you how expensive those drops were, but let's just say they they could be described as liquid gold. I don't want to to complain though. They're working and I can finally hear something out of that ear.
Before I found ear relief, I took a little road trip to see a friend. A beautiful day and a lovely distraction to my discomfort. My best girl lives over an hour away. I must say it is too far (a thought concurred by my children on the ride home as I was told several times that they wished they could live with them), but it is an incredible drive no matter what the season and fall in particular is stunning. I know in another week it will be even more spectacular, but even in it's autumn beginnings, the view was breathtaking. There were so many places I wanted to stop right in the middle of the road and take a picture right there. As it is, I did not take many. I wish I had some of the grape vines along all the roadside vineyards and more of the lake and the quaint homes and shops, but there'll be a next time. The road down into her little valley is long and winding, flanked with narrow shoulders and rushed along in most places with a 55 speed limit. More than once, I pulled over only to have a large truck blow by me close enough to shake the van. And the pics I got do not do the beauty justice, but I shall share them anyway.
Tate corrected me the other day, on the way to Ellerie's school, when I said one of the trees looked like it was on fire it was so beautiful. "Not on fire," he said, "like fireworks that exploded into all the colors." There's a poet in that boy, no? And he's right.
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Beautiful shots! The one with the picnic table is so inviting. I could sit there for hours. Love your new header! Glad you are doing better.
Yes, there is a poet in that boy. Perfect desciption!
Thank you for sharing those. I needed that kind of fix. It looks very much like one of the prettiest places I've ever visited.
Glad to see you got your camera out - it doesn't seem right, you and no camera or photos in so very long.
I like the bench photo because you captured the scene with that so damn hard to get sun blazing part way down in the sky. The photo after that is my favorite, just beautiful, rolling hills and all that color. I want to come and drive that road with you, and sit on that bench and watch the sun set. I could spend hours photographing that kind of scenery, a landscape that does not exist here. Lovely, thank you for sharing.
I forgot to say also that the words your son used to describe the tree are beautiful, definitely a poet lies within.
amazing. the pics you got, despite not taking the high road out of town - you have helped me right here, to appreciate some things - these pictures you've taken - of things I don't pause to see - that are right in front of me all of the time - the getting here, the leaving here - even here - aint to bad on the eyes...so thank you Liss - for your beautiful pics - so many have taken the lake pics, the foliage pics - but you have captured something different - somehow - and the grapes...oh they are starting to stink like dirty feet, that will taste really good in a couple more weeks in my glass - love you!
Would've been up there this weekend for Grandma's 97th birthday - so the pics look just like I remember NY in October...
And Mike will be thrilled about Arty Dooty :)
Oh, now I really really envy where you live. Sigh...
Nicola
ps. what is with all the infections. we've been battling crap like this forever, too! I hope you feel perfect, now!
oh, now if those pictures don't do the scene justice, then i just can't imagine it's splendor! yor part of thw world is so incredibly lush with color! tate's poetic description is right on!
and i'm glad to hear your golden drops are working.
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