Lisa's House

We had ourselves a little hike last weekend.

Right down this path, into the deep, dark woods of . . .

. . . Connecticut. Rocky Neck State Park, to be precise.

One thing about the deep dark woods of Connecticut in the spring. The colors are irridescent and neon.

It was an enchanted forest that day.

I didn't even know those trails existed in those woods. And then we came upon this:

This gigantic stone pavilion.

The Ellie Mitchell Pavilion, thank you very much. My Girl Nancy and I make lovely pavilions together.

It's a WPA Project built in 1936.

There are vast spaces inside, with huge communal tables . . .

. . . it can be rented out for private events . . .

. . . and I'd really, really like to be invited.

It's stunning.

And the grounds are amazing. I'd really, really like to be invited to somebody's picnic, too.

Anyway, we ended our hike over by the water . . .

. . . on a rocky ledge we scampered over like little sea creatures.

I am an avid and enthusiastic scamperer.

The thing about this rocky ledge, though? We've admired it many times from across the cove . . .

. . . from this house . . .

Lisa's House! About which I have waxed rhapsodic before. It's a great little house, on a great little beach, where you can bask in the light and wave to the trains going by. And this time we got to see it from the other side of the water. Which, believe you me, was a giant thrill.

And then, after some gazing and reminiscing and planning, back to the trails we went . . .

. . . back into the enchanted forest.

See you this summer, Lisa and Michael! And don't you worry about us -- we'll just swim over to your house this year.