NJWILDBEAUTY readers know that sometimes, (if VERY fortunate), I can convince local editors to feature nature articles for their readers. I’m very aware that people of the 21st Century, if they are not out IN Nature, can absolutely forget, if not negate her.
The perilous state of journalism in our time renders my media appearances more and more scarce. Nonetheless, those who find US 1 Business Newspaper tomorrow/Wednesday, August 10, will see my article on four shady walks in this time of searing sunlight. I’ve been blessed to have a new poem, “Earthwise”, in US 1’s Fiction Issue the past two weeks.
Canalside Shade, Lambertville Towpath
Meanwhile, on Sunday, I relished a fine shady towpath hike with Jeanette Hooban, (original Intrepid), first heading north out of Lambertville (NJ), then south, so far as the weir, otherwise known as the rapids of the Delaware River near New Hope. There are towpaths with canal on both sides of this river that I cherish above all others. Our side has the right amount of water in it. Pennsylvania is finally getting ’round to filling theirs to historic levels, but it’s taking an unconscionably long time.
I have to admit, since I am in terrific turbulence over the difficult diagnosis given my 20-year-old great nephew last week, my ‘eye’, –as manifested through my camera–, was seriously off during these refreshing hours.
Bear with me, nonetheless. I will expand the quantity and quality of my meagre offering with fine photographs by Jeanette and by Brenda Jones, known to readers of this blog and its predecessor for the Packet, NJWILD.
Know that Jeanette and I relished every foot(e)fall. That the journey WAS the destination. And that our culminating brunch at Pennsylvania’s Barley Sheaf Inn, past Lahaska, may have been our most luminous yet. Every sustaining visit to this haven (known for weddings) has us plotting our return, listing the friends with we MUST share this multi-faceted excellence.
Exquisite as the food was, as always; chaleureuse (warm) as the welcome always is; beckoning as the grounds always are, we could barely eat for watching continuous courtship dances of various species of butterflies.
Come with us to our post-hike haven — Barley Sheaf Inn: