Sweet-Scented Berkshires

At long last, we're posting a few photos from our Berkshire-themed getaway weekend spent in lovely Lenox, Massachusetts. One of the things we had wanted to do since moving to NYC in July was take a fall weekend to get out of the city, explore the Catskills, and see the changing leaves. As it happened, we didn't manage to do this until many of the leaves had fallen and most had at least turned brown, but it was still beautiful in a November-ish sort of way, and we agreed the sweet smell of the Berkshires made it well worth the trip.

We stayed in the Poet Room at the Brook Farm Inn, a darling little bed-and-breakfast in Lenox (home of James Taylor, as we learned from one of the innkeepers). It's called Brook Farm Inn after the boneheaded transcendentalist Utopian experiment of the same name. We highly recommend the innkeeper's Creme Brulee French Toast. Unfortunately, we were too enamored with the place to remember to take a picture of it. (Doh!)

Saturday was rainy, so we took the afternoon to visit the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge.

Rockwell's studio.

Downtown Stockbridge.

We made sure to return in time for tea and scones in the library at 4:00.

Sunday was clear and cool, so we hiked to the top of a mountain.

Sunday afternoon, we headed back to the city, but not before walking backwards out of the woods, facing the Berkshires as we left to signify that we would be back again someday.