A few weeks ago, looking for a little escape from the crowded city, we hopped in the car and took a drive out to Western Mass. After stops in Amherst and Northampton, we ended up in the sweet little town of Stockbridge and stayed at the most welcoming and historic B&B [1862 Seasons on Main]. It was the nicest, most relaxing weekend I’ve had in ages. I love my city life, but when the chance to get away for some peace + quiet arises, I can rarely turn it down.
The Dandelion’s pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas —
The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower, —
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o’er.
-Emily Dickinson
Spring is springing and I could not be more ready for it! Loved this teacup with an Emily Dickinson poem scripted on it that I spotted at the ICA last week on a date with some really pretty blogger ladies 🙂 Linking up with a {little} dash of ash for Instagram Monday!
