Noxontown Pond at St. Andrew’s School, Middletown. This is one of the scenes from around where I live in central Delaware. Below are more.
Bridge across the Silver Lake spillway into the Appoquinimink River, Middletown.
Footbridge across Naaman’s Creek in a small park and woods at the end of the street where my mother lived north of Wilmington.
Red barn on a farm where my brother lived at Summit.
Scene on the farm where my brother lived at Summit.
The view from Taylor’s Bridge of Blackbird Creek.
The pristine Blackbird Creek and marshes.
Green door by the St. Andrew’s School boathouse on Noxontown Pond, Middletown.
Red canoes and T-Dock on Noxontown Pond at St. Andrew’s School, Middletown.
Founders Hall, St. Andrew’s School, Middletown.
Bench at the Silver Lake spillway into the Appoquinimink River, Middletown.
The bridge across the Appoquinimink River at Odessa. This historically preserved town was known in the 18th century as Cantwell’s Bridge.
The Corbit-Sharp House, one of the Historic Houses of Odessa.
The view of the Appoquinimink River from the Corbit-Sharp House, Odessa.
Pumpkins and gourds at Odessa.
The historic graveyard at 300-year-old Old St. Anne’s Episcopal Church, Middletown.
And I couldn’t resist including my photo of the historic, restored 1870 Smyrna Opera House, Smyrna.
Delaware is beautiful. I have an acquaintance that was born and raised in Delaware. His family is still there. He’s married to a German woman and they live in Germany. I have drive
Visiting from the A to Z Blog Challenge.
Patricia @ EverythingMustChangen through Delaware on the way to New York but never stopped to look around.
Delawareans do get around, Patricia. It amazes me — so few a population get to so many places.
I’m so glad you’ve come by to visit me here at my blog as I write from Delaware. It means a lot to me. Thank you.
Samantha, this is such a treat. I’ve never been to Delaware. A file clerk in our office is from DE, and one of the running jokes, as I understand, is that most residents have at one point or other met the Biden family. I’m thinking it’s just a joke, but it says something about the spirit, size, and closeness of people. Love the Opera House picture, and your brother’s place. All images, really, so beautiful. Such a pictoresque place. Thank you for taking us there.
Hi Silvia. Your coworker probably laughs at all the people who ask her if Delaware is a state and if it’s in New England or next to Indiana. As small as this state is I’m always amazed that I run into Delawareans everywhere, leading me to wonder if there’s anybody left in the state. It’s quite a culture contrast from Calif. in many ways. Everybody knows everybody here, so you have to be careful what you say; on the other hand, the red tape is negligible and that’s refreshing. I never met Joe Biden, but he was in my stepbrother’s U. of Del. class, and he grew up a mile down the road from me, but since he went to Catholic school and I to public our paths never crossed.
Just lovely Samantha thank you – so genteel and gentle, romantic somehow – as if poetry could be written on the bench or meandering through those pastoral scenes – or gazing through those magnificent windows of the Smyrna Opera House – or walking through the Green Door .. and composing music ..
You said it all, Susan, pretty much as this area inspires me to do. 🙂 Thanks.
What a beautifully diverse and charming area! I love your pictures and the history of your area. How lovely! Thanks for the view of your world.
Thank you, Gwynn. I am appreciating what I have, and it’s lovely to be able to share it with others. Delawareans do get out: small as the state is, and considering many don’t even know it’s a state let alone where it is, I run into Delawareans nearly everywhere I go. You’d wonder that there’s anyone left here.