Following an extremely busy month, after a good night’s sleep we feel like new people. We had breakfast in bed, exchanging images and ideas for our latest renovation. This one is a house for ourselves, and it’s become the receptacle for all our design dreams.
We headed out around 10am, gathered some vintage furniture we’ve had in storage for a while (a pair of beautiful sun loungers and a wicker chair) to put outside our Livingston Manor store for the annual town tag sale. As soon as we hit Main Street, it was apparent the tag sale was a big success. It was bustling with stalls, farm stands, visitors and locals — a far cry from the often deserted town we moved to four years ago. Seeing the area so full of life is always exciting. We checked in with our store manager, Emmie, who reported a line of people waiting to get in before we even opened. The sun chairs sold before we left town.
At 11 a.m., we met up with our friend Judy, a Catskills veteran whose slight stature is overshadowed by her gargantuan personality and lust for life. She first visited the area for the [original] Woodstock festival then never left, becoming a master of many skills, but perhaps most of all wallpapering (we met her when she wallpapered The Lady Pomona, our former house and bed and breakfast). Whatever she’s been doing (or taking) up here for all these years is working, because while she’s twice our age, we’re still trying to keep up with her.
With Judy, her huge Rhodesian Ridgeback Africa, and our little dog Biscuit in tow we headed to one of our favorite hikes – the Frick Pond loop. It traverses all sorts of landscapes and terrain from boardwalk covered wetlands to pine forests carpeted in pines, winding trails through ferns and huge maples, and a large beaver dammed pond. On this day, it felt more like a jungle than the Catskills. After an unusually wet month, as temperatures soared, steam was rising off the verdant vegetation everywhere we looked. The low blueberry bushes were just coming into fruit providing a sweet snack for us and the dogs on the way round.
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