It's been lovely to have a full week in the Catskills.
I devoted some time to the store.
Love this old drop leaf table painted yellow with green legs, and four mismatched green chairs, that I scooped up at a local auction. (The yellow is not as bright as pictured--I think that's a result of of the flash bulb. It's softer and a little faded.)
This circa 1940 corner cupboard was all white. I thought it was cottage cute, but it wasn't getting any love, so I took out my paints and put on a blue wash which looks beachy and weird against the red wall. Not sure how I feel about it.
Much time visiting nature
and connecting in a way I've been missing when I just come up for the weekend and work at the store.
"I am not always in sympathy with nature-study as pursued in the schools, as if this kingdom could be carried by assault. Such study is too cold, too special, too mechanical; it is likely to rub the bloom off Nature. It lacks soul and emotion; it misses the accessories of the open air and its exhilarations, the sky, the clouds, the landscape, and the currents of life that pulse everywhere.
I myself have never made a dead set at studying Nature with notebook and field glass in hand. I have rather visited with her. We have walked together or sat down together, and our intimacy grows with the seasons. What I have learned about her ways I have learned easily, almost unconsciously, while fishing or camping or idling about." Naturalist John Burroughs, 1912.
Burroughs was born on a farm in Roxbury, a nearby town, and in his later years spent his summers there at Woodchuck Lodge.