Another gorgeous day. Bright yellow leaves dominate.
It came as a surprise, our writing sessions ended last evening.
We had a very small group. Feedback was limited to praise which is nice but not as helpful as suggestions for improvement.
I did some fall cleanup in the middle garden yesterday. Worked on the side today.
The shadberry is a gorgeous red. Too late to trim the longer shoots back, though. Neighbors’ burning bush plants are spectacular, as always.
We did a road trip to Lady Killigrew Cafe and the Montague Bookmill. This was a rare trip to Franklin County and we drove through a number of towns we’ve either never visited or not visited for a very long time.
We took the Mohawk Trail, Route 2, over mountains on the way. We avoided the climb on the way back by traveling a route further south of the Trail.
We enjoyed sandwiches for lunch. Since we were al fresco Jett kept us company.
I decided to visit the bookstore before we left and was directed to the “Writing” section. A helpful person pointed out the location and asked what I was looking for. When I told her Stephen King’s On Writing, she was astonished: she was holding it in her hand!
“This hasn’t happened to me before.”
“‘Me, neither!”
Nice country between here and Montague. I’m sorry we didn’t do this when the foliage peaked, although it was a treat to actually see the mountains there and back.