Am I the only one who sits around and daydreams about quintessential small town America? Probably, but I don't care. A small town with the perfect elements in perfect proportions can practically make me weep. There is something so humbling about a quiet stroll through a town full of tried and true American people. A town that, amongst the hustle and bustle of todays moden society, has managed to keep alive the simple way of life of their ancestors. I had the pleasure of spending this past Saturday in the sweet little town of Greenwich, NY. What made this town a vision of my daydreams?
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| A welcome sign on every light post. |
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| A bank that looks like this. |
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| An old fashioned barber shop. |
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| A statue of a war hero smack in the middle of town. |
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| Local goodies for sale. |
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| The most magnificant flower shop. |
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| A main street filled with cafes, restaurants with intriguing menus, boutiques and county stores. |
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| Side streets littered with houses that look like this. |
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| American flags flying at practically every building. |
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A park to enjoy some down time with a cup of coffee, a salted peanut vanilla cookie and the girls.
I really enjoyed my day in Greenwich. There were so many more photo opportunites; big beautiful churches, plenty of blooming trees and flowers and even a 4 mile race happening through town. However, I quickly found out that juggling 2 dogs, a weekender bag filled with day trip essentials, a coffee and my camera proved to be quite challenging! Where was K through all of this? |
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| In the next town over learning from master craftsman, Paul Sellers!! Until the next trip to a small town where the days of yesteryear have not been forgotten, God Bless America! |
