The last time we visited this enchanting corner of the Berkshires, the stale snow of late March covered pond and stones and grass alike. Seeing each corner of these historic gardens enlivened by blossoms, lilypads, and trees took my breath away – and made me even happier to think that this place will soon become the site for a most important romantic occasion.
Consider this stream-of-consciousness (and intentionally vague) post a small opportunity for strange escapism – I hope these photographs can take you away from whatever troubles you for a moment! The common impulse is to compare this property to a hobbit-home in the Shire: but I think the experience it creates for the weary traveler has much more in common with Rivendell, “the last homely house…”
Looking back through my pictures once we returned to reality after our trip, it occurred to me that I haven’t experienced this specific type of beauty since I visited the Lake District in England. The medieval-inspired architecture of the grand hall certainly strengthened that association – and I tried to capture it myself through a hairstyle vaguely inspired by the Pre-Raphaelite interpretation of the British medieval past!
You can’t quite see them here, but this pond appears to host a family of frogs – we spotted one leaping through the surface of the water.
The next time we stand beneath this lattice of twigs, something truly magical will unfold at last! I’m counting down the days…