Time Travel

I was transported to another era this morning. The colonial era, of course. I had historic house training today and, at one point, I went outside to recline on the bench (even I get museum legs after almost 2 hours upright). The overcast sky diffused the gentle light across the little garden of the house, the herbs and plants blowing in the unseasonably cool breeze. There's nothing like hints of fall in New England, especially in the garden of a colonial house.