How was everyone's Halloween? How is DST treating you? How about November?! So much!
Our Halloween plans fell through and the kiddo was off with her friends for a spooky sleepover, so we were on our own and decided to take an impromptu afternoon drive. Live foliage maps are a big thing out here, and people get very real about following the peaks of leaf peeping season around New England. (Maybe everyone already knew that, but I was a bit taken aback by the intensity when we first moved out here.) Right now everything east of Worcester is peaking, so it was perfect timing.
We had such a blast Saturday that we decided to head back out on Sunday after the clouds gave way to mostly blue skies. Of course, we completely spaced out on the time change and how it would affect sunset and last light, but still managed to meander all through the bucolic little towns of Lincoln and Lexington with the low slanting sunshine gorgeous and spilling over open fields scattered with little ponds and horses or cattle. Everything was alight and warm and lovely. We pulled into Minute Man National Historic Park to take a sunset walk through the woods, stumbling upon the Hartwell Tavern, above!
For the most part, I'll let the rest of the photos speak for themselves!
Split rail fencing will always make me happy. To me it signals there are horses closeby!
Serious foliage and serious barricade wall and fencing outside of the tavern. This looks like an actual puzzle. It's unreal.
The house was shut up tight but I could still get some decent photos through the windows, despite the reflections. I absolutely love seeing old homes as they might have been (or were, in fact) so long ago. It's marvelous and terrible to imagine living then, as they did, and it reminds me of being little and getting lost in books full of adventures and thinking about what you'd do or how things would be if you were in them.
Something about barns
I love a good barn. It's the light, mostly, but the sound, too! It's the light and bare wood and tiny dust particles suspended in ghostly amber beams of sunshine, and how shoes sound with all the acoustics and what changes depending on the condition of the wood under your feet and how clean the floors are or aren't.
I don't think this was part of the original built in 1732-1733, but the rest of the photos above, of the actual tavern and "witness house," are 60-70% original structure, apparently. I'll bet they use the barn when the season's open and they do their little Revolutionary War tours and whatnot. Pretty cute.
We found a sign for Vernal Pools. I thought they were named for someone or something, I'd never heard of such a thing before! Even though the sun was sinking further and further down into the trees, we decided to hike the loop and hope for the best.
Vernal pools are unique wildlife habitats best known for the amphibians and invertebrate animals that use them to breed. Vernal pools, also known as ephemeral pools, autumnal pools, and temporary woodland ponds.
It was a spectacular walk. A little bit spooky, we were completely on our own and the leaves had mostly covered any clear path or trail. We just kind of felt our way through it and after 20 minutes or so finally found a little wooden bridge we imagined had been put there to walk through the pools, which weren't very pool-y. We'll have to go back in the spring when they're full of rainfall or rising groundwater!
We eventually made our way out of the woods and back onto Battle Road, to a massive field where many redcoats perished, apparently. It began getting dark just as we found ourselves back at the car, right around 4:30pm. Here we go with our new whopping ten hours of daylight!
I posted a little sneak peek of this on Instagram yesterday and a friend asked where to get a good duster. My colleague and the Style Editor at Autostraddle, Lydia, is the bona fide authority on dusters, but I got on board with this one for a few reasons; it's sheer and a DGAF mess of hippie colors in an amazingly retro tapestry paisley, it's functions more like a vest in terms of layering without adding any more weight or bulk.
I've decided that I'm going to take an ancient grey and black crocheted lace sweater duster to the tailor and have the sleeves taken off so it's just an ultra-long vest, and I'm gonna wear the hell out of it with black turtlenecks and skinny jeans and dark indigo wash flares, if I can find some.
Here's to more November adventures, including a long (and long overdue) Thanksgiving back home at my mama's house!