The Gardens and Woodlands at The Mount

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Tangerine sunrise, russet-orange leaves ablaze with the glow of the early morning light. But colder now, a few snow flurry clouds scattered in the mostly blue skies. Earlier in the week, an escape to Edith Wharton’s Gardens in Lenox, Massachusetts. The elegant bones of the formal gardens visible, evergreens framing the views up-close and in the distance, a few flowers in late-season bloom. Sculptures tucked into the woodlands and on display in open fields and lawns. A SculptureNow exhibit featuring artists working in stone, glass, wood and metals, some quietly blending into the landscape, others shouting out. Art and nature, intertwined in a magical setting, planned and designed over one hundred years ago by Edith herself. With lovely benches, sun-dappled corners and nooks for quiet reflection, a place to soak up a little warmth and sunshine to ward off the soon-to-come chill of November.

“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”
― Edith Wharton, Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verses


    1. Thanks, AK. 🙂 A beautiful place, on a beautiful day. Edith Wharton left The Mount and moved to France in 1911, returning only once to the US. She died in 1937 at her home Le Pavilion Colombes, her 18th-century house on Rue de Montmorency in Saint-Brice-sous-Forêt. The street is today called rue Edith Wharton. She is buried in the American Cemetery in Versailles, France.



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