Oct. 4 Sunday
A lovely brown October morning. Ned
came in just as I was finishing the dishes - all rosy from her wheel
& in coat of Hunter's green. Went with her on Diana shortly - up thro' the park & on out the
Scottsville path. Along the brown river. The summachs
all red & the asters purple & the golden rod fading into
"old" gold & the fields and trees lovely greens & browns &
grays & the air "like wine" (G.H.) We went on
& on "ever spinning" like the song - & Ned
led me up the fork on a two inch path for half a mile or so the last
part of the way to Ballantine's bridge. There
we rested for the first time - strolled leisurely across & down the
other road - sauntering - enjoying - talking - picking flowers &
eating apples. Winter russets - hard but good. Some young men
borrowed our wrench to fix a pedal & exchanged courteous greetings as
we passed on the road now & then. We mounted some way below the
rail- road bridge - and found a little side path fairly good and the
park road really not far off. We rested under a hickory (marked
"General Jackson") and the wind had freshened and blew
us about on our way to the beechnut tree (where we found
nuts-a-plenty)
1896.
Oct. 4 Sunday
A lovely brown October morning. Ned
came in just as I was finishing the dishes - all rosy from her wheel
& in coat of Hunter's green. Went with her on Diana shortly - up thro' the park & on out the
Scottsville path. Along the brown river. The summachs
all red & the asters purple & the golden rod fading into
"old" gold & the fields and trees lovely greens & browns &
grays & the air "like wine" (G.H.) We went on
& on "ever spinning" like the song - & Ned
led me up the fork on a two inch path for half a mile or so the last
part of the way to Ballantine's bridge. There
we rested for the first time - strolled leisurely across & down the
other road - sauntering - enjoying - talking - picking flowers &
eating apples. Winter russets - hard but good. Some young men
borrowed our wrench to fix a pedal & exchanged courteous greetings as
we passed on the road now & then. We mounted some way below the
rail- road bridge - and found a little side path fairly good and the
park road really not far off. We rested under a hickory (marked
"General Jackson") and the wind had freshened and blew
us about on our way to the beechnut tree (where we found
nuts-a-plenty)
1896.
Oct. 4 Sunday
A lovely brown October morning. Ned
came in just as I was finishing the dishes - all rosy from her wheel
& in coat of Hunter's green. Went with her on Diana shortly - up thro' the park & on out the
Scottsville path. Along the brown river. The summachs
all red & the asters purple & the golden rod fading into
"old" gold & the fields and trees lovely greens & browns &
grays & the air "like wine" (G.H.) We went on
& on "ever spinning" like the song - & Ned
led me up the fork on a two inch path for half a mile or so the last
part of the way to Ballantine's bridge. There
we rested for the first time - strolled leisurely across & down the
other road - sauntering - enjoying - talking - picking flowers &
eating apples. Winter russets - hard but good. Some young men
borrowed our wrench to fix a pedal & exchanged courteous greetings as
we passed on the road now & then. We mounted some way below the
rail- road bridge - and found a little side path fairly good and the
park road really not far off. We rested under a hickory (marked
"General Jackson") and the wind had freshened and blew
us about on our way to the beechnut tree (where we found
nuts-a-plenty)
