After the week we’ve had here, nothing would make me happier than to be sitting on one of these, iced tea in one hand, a good book in the other.  Come ooooooon summer!

“D” is for DECK

Our little deck at our little house at the Jersey Shore.

Our little deck at our little house at the Jersey Shore.


Our deck here at home.

Either will do nicely.

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A very dear friend of mine took me on an interesting jaunt.  Since we only met about 8 years ago when we were teaching at the same school,  I’ve seen little of her past.  She took me to her high school and to where she first taught.  I saw where family members call home and then – YAY – she brought me to a quaint shopping center in the middle of a lovely town in PA.   Sadly, with all that driving around, we let the day get away from us, and the shops were about to close.  We hurriedly purchased a few items, stopped in an ice cream shop and bought a frozen hot chocolate – yes an oxymoron, but that’s what they called it – and then off we went.

Now we are an unlikely pair, her being 39 and me going on 62, but a friendship we formed, and it is one I cherish.  Knowing that I love to blog and take a picture or two, she surprised me with a visit to the inn where she and her husband were married.

I give you the windows at Bridgetown Mill House.

I hope you enjoy these because I sure did!

Of course, the wedding was not held at this beautiful old, but crumbling building.  The festivities were held at the venue below.  But I was just beside myself when I saw the greenery mingling with the bricks, and the windows being overwhelmed by the trees.

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Cee, @ ceephotography.com has presented yet another challenge. Bridges.  I’m afraid I’ve posted most of my bridges.   So I guess I’m not rising to the occasion  and I need to do more pointing and clicking  and maybe the next time some says “bridges” I’ll be ready.  But for now, here’s what’s left of my bridge crossings.   Maybe less is more.  🙂

Since I don’t have enough bridge shots to fill a thimble, maybe you could stop by Cee’s to get a look at what others have to share.  Thanks.  And thanks for stopping by, browsing, liking, and commenting.  As has been the custom, click on the cute little icon below and you’ll be on your way to Cee’s.



Washington Chapel – Valley Forge, Pennsylvania

There is a small, quaint chapel in Valley Forge, PA.  The rest of the church building is large enough to house these beautiful windows. This place takes my breath away. The history, the architecture.  From the first step you take into the structure, you are seriously blown away.

Enjoy the magic.

Click here and you’ll be whisked away into a world of windows.  Thanks to Dawn @ lingeringvisions for hosting the window series.


Dawn @ lingeringvisions is the gracious host of the title post.  She doesn’t ask for a story, but, like a song, I felt one coming on.  This window is part of the Barclay Farmstead in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.  During my visit I came across several old buildings, a few trails, a park with swings and slides, a wooden bridge, and more. I decided to skulk around and take a few photos.  Then my imagination took over…

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“They say she was carrying that basket when she disappeared.”

With a shiver, I turned.  An elderly man, in a long weathered coat, stood beside me.  Apparently he noticed that his silent approach had startled me.    He appeared apologetic,  his eyes almost tear-filled.

“I’m sorry, ” he whispered.

Without waiting for my acknowledgement, he looked toward the basket in the window and continued, softly.

“There were daffodils in the basket when they found it,” he said turning and pointing in the direction of the woods. “She’d been picking them at the time.  On the trail.  On the other side of the bridge.”

I nodded, not sure if I should say anything.

“It was this time of year, 30 years ago,” he continued in his low voice. “Spring. She had beautiful red curls and a green ribbon in her hair.”  He looked at me, still appearing to be near tears.

“Her mother told the authorities that she had asked to gather flowers before going to a friend’s birthday celebration.”  He lowered his eyes. “The basket sits there.  Has all these years.”

I fixed my gaze on the window and tried to picture a red-headed child in her party attire, green bow clipped to her curls.  When I turned, the man had vanished.  I was drawn to the bridge, and as I started to cautiously cross, something in the distance seemed to move between the trees.  Straining to focus, I just couldn’t be sure.

Being a bit put off, I turned to cross back over the bridge when I spotted something slowly waving in the early spring breeze.  There, tied to a rail, was what appeared to be a tattered green ribbon.

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Cross the bridge over to Dawn’s lingeringvisions by clicking here for a look at more windows.

Thanks, Dawn.  You are a fabulous host.  And thanks to you for visiting, liking, and commenting.


Cee, @ ceephotography.com has started up another series starring shapes and textures.  This week’s focuses on Squares and Angles.  This was truly a challenge for me.  I need to get out more!!

Drop on over to Cee’s blog by clicking on the cute little icon below.  She’s an absolutely fabulous photographer and her followers’ photos are most definitely worth a look as well.


Thanks for visiting. Every click is greatly appreciated.


Stopping on a bridge, in the distance down river from where I rest, I see a similar bridge.  I wonder, “Could that be the bridge I was meant to cross?”

Then something inside my heart tells me “No.”

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New Hope – Lambertville Bridge – Delaware River

Right now, in this moment, I am meant to be here.  I’m sure of that.  I’ll cross that bridge, that one in the distance, I’ll cross it when I come to it.

Bridge the gap between yourself and Ailsa @ Where’s My Backpack to view more entries for this week’s challenge.  Thanks to Ailsa for hosting, and thanks to you for visiting, commenting, liking, or browsing.

(I’m standing on the bridge that connects Lambertville, NJ and New Hope, PA – two really neat cities that invite you to shop, dine, or  just stroll and grab a cup o’ Joe.)

Thursday Lingering Look At Windows Week 3

Every day, people are straying away from the church and going back to God.

LENNY BRUCE, The Essential Lenny Bruce

Something to ponder.

I know I did church windows for Dawn’s Lingering Look post last week, but I couldn’t pass these up. These precious little panes are paving a path to the sky. Be ye a believer or be ye not, be you a church goer or be you not, church windows a worth a lingering look. Even a second lingering look.


Not to be a pain, but I think you should make your way to Dawn‘s Lingering Look at Windows. Just click on the link.