A Ride in the Country

The kitten is doing a great job not leaping up on the chef in the morning, which has improved both of our moods. I got to enjoy my poached eggs, organic whole wheat toast and Mom's delicious strawberry rhubarb jam, with no kitty claws to the knees. The kitten got to enjoy her string on the kitchen floor and no water in her face.
After breakfast, I had time to just lie on the bed and watch the leaves outside dancing in the morning breeze; then I spent time reading poetry and petting the kitty. As for my own work, I am still working on my children's story and I have been thinking a lot about some new drawings of naked dancing people, of all shapes and sizes. I think it is great I am drawing couples. All my previous drawings were of single women or groups of women with animals.
On the topic of couples, the hubby and I went for a drive today. We were trying to find an apple orchard, which was not successful as our left turn eluded us. So we deemed the trip; "A ride in the country." (plus, the day was all blue sky's, changing leaves and sunshine.) On our drive in the country we went through the towns of Derby and Ansonia Ct. The town of Derby which was settled in 1642 has four large churches all on the same block, all of subtly different Christian traditions. Between the churches on the *green is a civil war memorial for Gettysburg. Under a sculpture of a soldier are four cannons. The four cannons were pointed at each church. Made me chuckle thinking, hopefully everyone in this town gets along.
Ansonia had a very old industrial feel to it: upon driving into the town you see a curved road a head of you. Next to the road are tall brick buildings that have large, faded, wooden advertisements. In between the large brick buildings you can see the river and an old rusty bridge. I will go back to Ansonia, I have read they have a nice wine bar and coffee shop in there historic district.
The hubby and I have decided that the name Ansonia sounds like an old world place, "Sire I will go hence forth to Ansonia and pillage the people." One thing I have to say about the east coast is with age come beauty. 

It is evening now and the tree lined horizon is covered with deep orange light that fades up to yellow, then blue and in the sky sits an orange fingernail moon. I feel peaceful and grateful for not finding an orchard and living a love filled life.

*East coast lingo for a square park in the center of town.