E. Wednesday a week ago was this year's last autumn day. By luck Bree and I took that day to wander out through highland park, where sunbeams broke through and showed through the passing greyness. Leaves folding under foot, we trapsed up through the highest reaches of the park, then down across the road and into the campus of Colgate Divinity School.
Colgate Divinity School is high on a hill and in an ornate building, one befitting of a divinity school. "I wonder if we can go in?" we asked, and answered simulatenously, pulling open a door and setting about wandering the halls, seeking to climb to their high tower. We ran into two current students, both friendly and hilarious, who directed us to the chapel as their most impressive publicly accessibly structure. "It's where we kill our guests," one of them chimed in humorously. Or was that ominously? On our way out we stole apples from their tree (any symbolism was completely lost on us), whose fruit, mostly windfallen, seemed otherwise completeley neglected.
Back in Highland Park, we took the eight minute tour through the balmy glass domes of
Lamberton Conservatory. As far as municipal botanical gardens go, this one is fairly pitiful, but any ability to stroll through aisles of tropical orchids mid-winter is to die for (next time I'm bringing a hammock and setting up residence). We concluded our afternoon with a visit on the porch of
South Ave Motel and a (successful) quest to see the
Epileptic Gorilla.
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