A Walk in a Spring evening - Trail Wood

Trail Wood #50 by Earl Plato

Teale wrote, “down the lane to the brook.” I remember crossing Hampton Creek by car. The drive up to the house was uphill. A walk down to the creek in an evening was not difficult, however, ascending the hill would take a little energy. I believe that the Teales led a very active life and were in good shape.
“ A riddle represented by a lonely voice in the sky brings this day to a close. After an evening reading by the fireplace, Nellie and I walk down to Hampton brook and back. There is almost no wind and except for the murmuring of the stream, the night is very still. We are standing near the brea in the wall opening into Firefly Meadow when our ears catch, coming down from the star-filled heavens, a sweet, plaintive, plover like call. It is repeated half a dozen times, growing fainter and fading away, What unknown bird of passage are we hearing?”