Now that I'm officially a college graduate, I once more have time to do fun stuff! (Okay, I had fun while finishing my last semester in school, I'll admit it--but now I have time to blog about it again.) Anyway, to spice up my summer, I decided to visit some friends in Western and Central Massachusetts. My first stop was Northampton, a delightful college town (home to Smith College). On my second day there, we explored Smith's delightful botanic garden. Their plants were fantastic enough to make it worth spending about an hour in various greenhouses on an afternoon topping over 90˚! I took too many pictures to share them all here, but below are some of my favorite plants.
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| Okay, so this isn't a plant! But I thought I should include a photo of the greenhouses that we visited, one of several components of the college's botanic garden. |
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| Cool cacti! |
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Maybe the weirdest plant I've ever encountered! It perhaps doesn't show in the photo, but this looked very much like a string of small, dead, animals... |
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Poppies!!! One of my favorite flowers.
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The first day I was in Northampton, to backtrack in my tale, we ventured up to Shelburne Falls, Mass., to visit its famed bridge of flowers and glacial potholes. (These last are not, in fact, extra-large divots in the roadways but a neat natural rock formation.) It's a really cute little village, actually part of Buckland, Mass. and Shelburne, Mass. There isn't much to do, aside from checking out a few dozen cute little shops and eateries, and of course, the bridge of flowers (an old trolley bridge, now a foot-bridge, planted with all sorts of flowers and shrubs) and glacial potholes. It's a very beautiful spot to visit, worth the trek to the north-western quarter of the state.
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| Kinky books? There were a lot of funky shoes scattered around Shelburne Falls... I'm not sure why... |
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| irises on the bridge of flowers |
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| roses on the bridge of flowers (which spans the Deerfield River) |
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| bridge of flowers... |
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| the bridge of flowers seen from the iron bridge |
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| (about the potholes) |
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| an example of said potholes |
After my stay in Northampton, I ventured east across the Connecticut River for a lovely meal with a friend at the Amherst Brewing Company (in Amherst, Mass.), where I enjoyed a very interesting glass of one of their own brews, titled "Gone Postal." Happily, it did not make me go postal, and was quite pleasant. Then I continued eastward to Ashby, a small town right on the border with New Hampshire, in central Massachusetts, where another friend resides. There isn't much to do in Ashby (it's a very small town), but the whole area is very scenic--think lush greenery and rolling hills. We enjoyed an afternoon keeping cool in the town's lovely public library, as well as a trip to Peterborough, N.H. on a gray afternoon, and a sunny morning picking strawberries at Barrett Hill Farm in Mason, N.H. We were rewarded for our work with a delicious strawberry pie for breakfast this morning! And now I'm back home in eastern Massachusetts, having enjoyed a lovely trip through some other parts of the state.
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| My picturesque picking partner! |