Here's a picture of Crystal Lake, a lovely little bit of water half-visible through the trees along Route 28 in South Orleans. Since it's alongside one of my possible commutes to and from work, I've admired it any number of times since the move, but options for pulling over thereabouts are slim and not really prudent with the traffic flow.
Not a fan of the highway, I generally opt for one of the other two, slower and more scenic routes to and from work, when time allows.
Last night, I was cleaning my new glasses (we've been together about two weeks...a big tongue-in-cheek welcome back the bifocals, which I'd not missed these past twenty years) and the bridge broke clean away from the frame of the right lens. Augh...
Anyway, I had to drop them off at the eye doctors on the way to work, so the route past Crystal Lake was the best option for getting to that side of town...and I'd forgotten there'd be delays, due to some spring roadwork along that stretch. The upside of all this, and the point (if there's one at all) is that the flagman stopped me in the perfect place, and for long enough, to roll down the passenger window and fire off the shot above. Enjoy.
Our theme of gray continues, weather-wise, as you can see. Hardly rainy enough to call it so, but enough to mostly keep the car's wipers on delayed setting. Mom and Dad will be visiting next week, and as they'll be emerging from the tall white remains of an Adirondack winter, I guess I don't mind if we save some really fun and sunny weather for while they are here. But I wouldn't mind a day or two of "practice" sunshine before they arrive...you know, just to be sure we get it right and all.
The bulk of the day was unremarkable, excepting a minor headache from having switched back to the old glasses' prescription and the old frames don't exactly sit properly on my face, requiring regular adjustments. And of course, there are the usual concerns about how far the dollar doesn't go lately, which seem to get us all lately.
Lately, I've often been selecting the commute through Brewster, what with spring coming on and all. I figure I can count on a town that has an annual festival called Brewster in Bloom (first weekend in May!) to entertain me (and hopefully you)on the way home with some nice floral vistas. Here's the first fruits of that way of thinking.
Not only is this whole hillside planted with daffodils, but there was a ribbon at least two feet wide of daffodils which ran over camera to the right and sort of rings the whole property and the small cottage/business in the center of it. It was starting to rain, then, so I'm afraid I stopped only long enough to enjoy the daffs and not to note the name of the place.
Before arriving home, I made a visit to the local Stop N Shop for a few needful things (forgot a couple, as is my custom...). While I was there, tho, I stopped at the Starbucks franchise and asked if they participated in the Grounds program (see Saturday's post) and indeed they do!
The grounds are all done up in a handy (and informational) little coffee pouch( which alleviated some of my concerns about the grounds and how fresh they would be--mold can be a problem if you don't act fast with them) and ready for sprinkling in the garden, which I'll try to fit into tomorrow morning's routine, weather allowing.
