And what a beautiful morning it is in my old hometown of Fairfield, Connecticut – more specifically this historic part of town – Greenfield Hill. I’m driving the back roads home to Newtown from down county and I’m in love with what I see. The assorted trees that line the roads (primarily Dogwoods) are just bursting with flowers – and for the first time these trees are so commanding of attention, so exquisite, they’re doing a great job of distracting me from my usual rubbernecking when it comes to gracious antique homes and refined mature gardens with their exquisitely crafted white picket fences. (Sigh.)
When I got to the top of the hill, right there in the heart of this pristine historic district, since 1725 stands the Greenfield Hill Congregational Church, surrounded by a quintessential Connecticut green. Today the spirit moved me to slow down, stop, and document this glorious sight all around me to show you just how breathtaking Connecticut is in the springtime.
Oh what a beautiful spot.
Wishing you a beautiful morning!