During the dullest days of winter the phrase “summer afternoon” makes me think of the front porch, a gentle breeze and lemonade. Today was a moment of that.
As I sat there listening to the breeze which ironically sounds very similar to the sea air that blows back home, I day dreamed of happy things.
Like a green Old Towne canoe. I want one.
Truth be told—even though we have a good sized pond I can’t set a foot or boat in it as I read a horrid account on Lonesome Dove that included a young boy getting caught in a nest of water moccasin snakes (This wasn’t one of the happy thought daydreams, by the way.)
Fenwick in Old Saybrook, CT on the other hand is a very happy daydream. This is where Katherine Hepburn lived and it is so very beautiful. It juts out on the ocean so stately and yet though there is sand and water abounding there is lush grass for an impromptu game of croquet.
From the time I got my drivers license I have driven by this property on lazy country drives. On those days when you don’t really want to go anywhere but you don’t want to go home either. What’s your favorite place? Do you have a favorite country drive?