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

and made our way through the woods

past the small bridge to the scary suspension bridge which we crossed one by one (or occasionally with more) over and back

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.