In the Vale

And in a rare personal appearance, your blogger, and Mrs. Wills’s son, points not to the glorious dream of a Soviet future à la Lenin nor to the Cape May warbler we saw practically eye-to-eye in the Vale of Cashmere yesterday, but to another of the stuffed teddy bears and My Little Ponies hanging from the trees. Art project or psycho-creepiness? So hard to tell sometimes in that neck of the woods. Photo by Traci.