Saturday morning started with croissants
and as breakfast was taken
Suzanne
Janet
Jane
and the others were amused
perhaps by the Lingonberries jam
and so we could begin our walk
past the gnarled tree
and the playground
with the colored trees in the background
before we came to Battle Road
and marched down
stopping for the occasional colorful tree
as we made our way
past such trees
and on
to the Institute's lawn with colorful trees
and a sculpture
as we passed this tree
and thanked the benefactors
as we entered the woods and admired the mushrooms
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and made our way through the woods
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past the small bridge
to the scary suspension bridge which we crossed one by one (or occasionally with more) over and back
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and then made our way back into the woods past these flowers of unknown name
and bade farewell to Larry, Suzanne and Jean who were heading back
as Lois marked the way
past the snake tree
and through the woods
to the Quaker meeting house
and on to the cemetery where we could visit Richard Stockton
and many others
including this girl whose stone was well preserved
and then after a tree pause
we recorded stones with a misspelling
of a professor Jane wanted to learn from
and mother and father
before heading off to see the large buckeyes (or porcupine skins)
which we measured against a scale
and then we were on to the battlefield where we saw the history
and the tree
and the battle memories
so that after a few trees
and the columns
we could make our way past mistimed flowers and on home for a short rest
before we began our journey out to lunch past trees
to get to a hummus wrap of far too much garlic
as we ate in a private dining room at Rockefeller
along with our neighbors
and seem to have not noticed the food other than the raspberry struddel bite
the leftover omelette
and Janet's drink which brought back memories of the signature drink.
Jeff appeared and took us to his office where we saw his rooster
and noticed
the post modern journal on his desk
before climbing onto the roof to see the slate roof
and the scrapings
as we recorded slates by the one
and in totality
before leaving Rockefeller
honoring Mr. Fitzrandolph
and going to the exhibit in Nassau Hall where we once again saw Richard Stockton.
After some rest, we set the table again
and enjoyed the fruit
and breads
which allowed my plate to materialize into a beautiful face.
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