
I'm a failure as a note-taker. I have nothing about breakfast. But I think we ate at the Milford Diner again -- in fact, I'm sure of it. I probably had another of those nice primavera omelets. We took a couple minutes to get a few pictures of the local Presbyterian church and also Forest Hall, a building at the main intersection that was designed by the architect of Grey Towers and that once housed a forestry school. The previous day's pictures were not wholly satisfying because the light wasn't right.
At the outset of our drive across Route 6, it seems a good place to remark on a couple of things that surprised and delighted us: even when a place needed a coat of paint, or was festooned with moldering human artifacts, the lawns were always manicured. Most of the houses we passed were well maintained, with fresh paint (this is lumber country and most of the houses are wood, not stone or brick), and abundant flower gardens. And American flags everywhere. Big ones on flagpoles, medium-sized ones flown from house fronts, little ones in flowerbeds. One sees an American flag so rarely in Philadelphia where we are all far too sophisticated to show any patriotism… I stopped flying ours a few years ago because it had gotten so ratty but I swear I'll get a new one now. (I do put out little flags in my window boxes for Memorial Day, Flag Day, and the Fourth of July.)
( more photos and text beneath the cut )