I was driving down Poverty Hill Road in Newtown this morning and the waterfalls just before it turns into Stepney Road were all dried up. First time I remember the waterfalls being dry like that. Also, many of the cornfields around here are parched.
I love this part of the country, as much as I despise, with a white hot burning passion, the corrupt and stupid politics up here.
My wife and I went out to San Diego to a conference a few years back in early June (Her work, I was tagging along to make a vacation out of it for myself)
It is hard to find fault with the wonderfully comfortable weather there, and I fully get why people like it. No contest.
But the downside is...everything vegetation-wise out there seemed to my eyes to be varying shades of scruffy drab brown and tan. Adding to the profusion of trash and debris of various kinds on the side of the roads, it gave it a generally unkempt look.
When we went home, we took a red-eye, arriving in Boston around 5 AM. We had a limo taking us back through Waltham heading east on route 117, and the difference was astonishing.
Everything was lush and green along that rural route. There was mist rising up from the most ground, and the brilliant morning sun expressed itself in beautiful crepuscular rays as it rose and shone through. I saw a deer standing by the side of the road.
Just beautiful. The contrast with San Diego was striking.
As much as I despise the politics here, I sure do love the countryside and history here.