On the grounds of the New Harmony Inn. We always stay in a room facing the pond. |
When Marilyn and I want to get away to somewhere quiet and peaceful, we head south to New Harmony, Indiana. Sometimes, we stop for ice cream or pizza in one of the small eastern Illinois towns on our way. Driving on, we predict when we will round the turn and
encounter rows of bright green John Deere tractors available for sale. Then we know we are getting closer. We look forward to entering the familiar, sleepy, historic small town of New Harmony--population 850--where we always stay at the New Harmony Inn and always eat at least one meal at the Red Geranium Restaurant. The predictability is soothing.
On March 21, as spring break began, we headed south again.
We found out that New Harmony is celebrating its bicentennial, and the weekend we were there, there was a "spring fling" with artists and other vendors in the small downtown. "There are people on the street!" I exclaimed, laughing, as we walked around in the cold sunshine on Saturday.This brochure shows a design that incorporates the labyrinth, a landmark of this town founded by Utopians in the nineteenth century. |
Just outside the chapel, we encountered this piece, which we coveted for our backyard. Art like this is scattered all around New Harmony. |
This was carved into the back of a bench outside the town post office. I love writing and receiving letters, so I had to photograph this. |
I love the red door and white walls of this church. (These are also the colors of our house). |
This log house, next to the Red Geranium Restaurant, was built in 1814 and restored in 1959-60. |
On Saturday afternoon, as the sun streamed into the Great Room of the Entry House, Marilyn worked on a quilt while I finished knitting the hat I had begun in January. |
We saw more signs of spring on our walk around the pond on Sunday morning. |
This is "Shalev: Angel of Compassion" by Tobi Kahn. It is made of South Dakota granite and bronze. In the distance, you can see the Wabash River. |
Before we left town on Sunday afternoon, we walked the labyrinth. These are our shadows. |