A few weeks past, Katie, Micah and I ventured up to the Berkshires to restore our souls to purity, admire the burning foliage and to visit Edith Wharton's house, The Mount! 'Twas most refreshing for my bones as it was for Edith when she was trying to escape city life and her nutzo husband. She was kind of like a Martha Stewart character, starting her literary career with books about decorating and gardening.
Will Mother Stewart come out with a Pulitzer Prize winning book any time soon? I'll keep you posted.
The Mount straddles the gorgeous hills. It sits pale and lucid amidst the murky forests.
Katie palliates my scrupples in the "Giardino Segreto..."
One can't visit the Mount with out a visit to the pet cemetary.
She wrote 40 books in 40 years!
The Mount straddles the gorgeous hills. It sits pale and lucid amidst the murky forests.
Katie palliates my scrupples in the "Giardino Segreto..."
One can't visit the Mount with out a visit to the pet cemetary. 
She wrote 40 books in 40 years!
6 comments:
Edith Wharton is a favourite of mine- I havent read 40 but I've read a lot. la
There was one in the book store I'd never heard of, 'To Read by Candlelight-Two Tales of Suspense,' a limited edition, slender, red, beautiful, little thing. Regret of the century not getting it.
Beautiful photos. I have always wanted to visit The Mount and now I feel slightly as though I have through your evocative images. The one of you and your friend in the "Giardino Segreto" (that phrase reminds me of Lucia and E.F. Benson) is especially lovely.
Indeed, Benson and Forster! The Italian MUST be spoken with an English accent.
And Katie and Micah deserve the credit for the pictures, I forgot mine!
Desperate to go. I had a serious love affair with Edith Wharton in high school.
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