If the great meadow were the entirety of this preserve, it would be a phenomenal destination. But instead, that marvelous sloping pollinator extravaganza/ sledding paradise presides over: an allee of vintage sycamores, dozens of thought provoking poems on permanent display along the pathways, a butterfly garden, a picnic area, soccer fields, a gallery, outdoor sculpture, a labyrinth, playgrounds for various age groups, public restrooms, a native plant nursery, a stream along a connecting trail…
In my summer mind’s eye, we’re sitting on the beautiful branchy bench atop the main meadow, eating peanut butter sandwiches stuffed with freshly picked wine berries, gazing over “the pretty pandemonium of skitter and bloom” to quote the poem we found nearby by Diane Ackerman, and talking about this poem:
“The butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.” – Rabindranath Tagore
National Geographic’s Book of Nature Poetry, edited by J. Patrick Lewis, former U.S. Children’s Poet Laureate.
AS A WINE….
A Grand Cru Burgundy so generous in its breadth with an achingly delicious arc of sour cherry, wild herbs and fragrant earth – that also puts your mind to work.