Only in Bucks County: A Walk in the Woods

Some of you know

that I moved from Newtown Grant to suburban Yardley within the past few months.

With all moves... with all change... there is good and bad. So much has changed! There's a lot that's different for me now.
One of the positive things is that I've been making the time and will remain dedicated to going out walking, exploring and photographing again. I've gotten some freelance photo gigs and breathed some new life into my blog.
Even better is that I rescued a new dog, three year old Fergie, so I have someone to go out exploring with me.
And the best is that there are miles of woods right out my back door!
Every morning Fergie and I walk in these woods. It's good for us to breathe in the cool, fresh air together, and we get to enjoy the beauty and serenity that I crave... the peace, that for me; only nature has to offer.

 Yardley, PA.

 

 

                                                            Late December, 2013.

 

Talk about color in unexpected places!!

~ Can you believe these photos were taken in the ice and cold of winter? ~

 

 

Wolf fur?  Dog?  Fox?  What do you think?

 

      
                                   Oh, also... I collect pine cones. 
                             But they have to be ones that I find,

                      so please don't start dropping them off at my front door :)

 Snowy Walk   

 

Icy hike 

 

New best friend and adept Squirrel-chaser.

 

Snow puffs.

 

                                                          A secret fort!



                                                                                       New Year's Color;  1/1/2014.

 

 

                                                           Always, a little after-walk play time! 

 

 

 "If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere."

~Vincent Van Gogh

 

Only in Bucks County: The Best House in Buckingham

I have friends who live in a beautiful 18th century stone farmhouse in Holicong, a small pocket of Buckingham Township here in Bucks County. With rolling country roads, the scent of sun-warmed grass and fresh air, and the scenery of well-kept horse farms, open land, cornfields, and periwinkle blue skies at sunset, I enjoy the 15 minute ride to their house as much as I enjoy being a guest there! Dennis and Armando have a place that is full of beauty, love, and warmth; and they go out of their way to make their guests feel welcome in their enchanting home.

The word that I would choose to describe their home is handsome. It's simply a good-looking house! Large and impressive with pointed stonework on the outside; exposed beams, deep window sills, oak floors and antique fireplaces on the inside. I wander around inside, exploring... and I walk around the grounds and feel as though I'm in an earlier, simpler time.

                            The road to Holicong


                                                                Holicong Road

Walking the grounds

 

Formal garden

 

                                                        Annual Christmas photo

                                                      King of coops

 

 

 

Autumn approches

 

 

                                              Side view

 

 

 Random width oak floors

 

                                                                                              Super wide sills

 



 I know a secret: In front of their house stands the largest tree in all of Bucks County!

(Armando tells me it used to be the second-largest tree, but the first one fell over in a storm)

iPhone photo that better shows the enormity of said tree ;)

 

                        

                                                       Armando's Cocina al aire libre

 Chardonnay among Cornfields

 

                                                                             Family

 

Shadows cast by the warm glow of the fireplace

 

A wonderful meal on the terrace
 



 

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,

 for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire;

  It is the time for home.”

Edith Sitwell

(September 7, 1887-December 9, 1964)

 

 

And of course.... there's always Ethel.

 

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