I took this photograph over a week ago. Tessa and I had just finished a ramble through White Haven cemetery and I wanted to capture the blue sky so that I could pull it out on the next grey day.
Which could have been almost any day this past week despite the fact that we’re almost into May.
I wonder, sometimes, if the hardier weather in this part of New York state makes those of us who live here hardier than most? When we’re choosing dogs, you’d think we’d keep an eye out for the double-coated breeds, right?
Are we more resourceful? Better drivers in the snow?
Yes to the latter, and the former might be debatable in other parts of the country. We’ll tell you that we might just have better hobbies. Because, we’ve had to come up with ways to entertain ourselves during the months of November to April.
Once upon a time, a lot of famous people got their start here. Susan B Anthony, Frederick Douglas, Margaret Woodbury Strong, George Eastman, the Gleason and Wegmans families.
Back then, we were a hot bed for liberal ideas and entrepreneurial ingenuity.
When I first moved here, what fascinated me was being able to sense what this place was like at the turn of the century. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
“Turn of the century.”
I could walk down East Avenue or explore Rochester’s downtown and feel that long ago time butting up against the present.
I’m pretty sure that this happens where you live too, if you’re sensitive to these kinds of things.
Two things we’re known for are flowers and food. We’ve got Wegmans, a local grocery store “empire” that’s consistently ranked in the top 100 companies in the country, and we’ve got lilacs growing in a city park that are so famous we celebrate them every year with a festival that draws people from all over the world.
Like the Cherry Blossom festival in Washington, DC.
Food and flowers.
When I went downstairs, this morning, I could smell freshly baked pies. There were two cooling on the tile floor of the front hall foyer, safe behind a firmly shut glass door. And, when I walked into the dining room, there, in a vase, on the sideboard, was a stunning bouquet of red roses.
Funny how those larger ideas circle back to the important things, isn’t it? [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]