Autumn comes, flowers fade, and summer--just weeks behind us--feels like a lifetime ago.
From October 20, 2012
Waiting for a friend at a coffee shop the other day, I enjoyed listening to the rain.  The beautiful world dissolved on the surface of my windshield.
From October 20, 2012
Back in Woodbury, Della and I went out for All Hallows Eve in the Hollow.  This is the local historical society's Halloween event during which figures from Woodbury's past rise from their graves in the local churchyard and tell their stories on an illuminated walking tour led by other ghosts of the town's past.  We met Connecticut's first millionaire, a few random homicide victims, and Nonnewaug's daughter.  Nonnewaug was a local sachem among the Pomperaug's, and he destroyed his own life when he saw that Europeans were changing his world forever.

The Glebe House is the site where Connecticut Anglicans decided to send one of their priests back to England to acquire the authority to consecrate bishops in this country. The Episcopal Church got rolling in our little town thanks to Rev. Marshall, the same minister who withstood stonings and other expressions of displeasure because, as a clergyman before the Revolution, he had sworn his allegiance to his employer, the king.  The house in the photo below was his before the church sold it to build St. Paul's.  Then it became the abode of a silversmith named Botsford.
From October 20, 2012
From October 20, 2012