You die-hards may remember a similar trip with other dear friends last year. Well that was more of a Spooky Graveyard Trip, while this one was more like this:
There was afternoon shopping at a Church Harvest Fair, Lindsay picked up some Chekhov, and I found a book of Hitchcock's Scary Stories for Young Adults...So, you know, same-same.
Then we Lunched at a tea room that was described to us as 'More Roosters and Sunflowers than Saucers and Finger Sandwiches.' But it was delicious and delightful, both in meal and in company.
Then we walked.
At first I thought the walk was headed somewhere, and there were sights seen and destinations arrived at. But in the end, we just walked, and the walk became the event.
There certainly is such a thing as a "quaint village feel" that needs to be felt now and then. And Sleepy Hollow has such a strong feeling that it quite literally pulled our friends right from their home up the street to their new home up the state.
And we were lucky for it.
A moment on the train over looking the Hudson River.
A walk to and around Swan Lake.
The soft crispness in the air that fills the lives of those who live in forests.
A perfect day.
