Heady with the success of our first Saturday adventure in New Jersey, T and I set off to visit Monmouth Battlefield last Saturday. The day was hot and humid and there were a few bolts of lightening and raindrops as we made the drive south. The trees were a lovely reward when we arrived.
We walked down the hill and across a bridge over the salt marsh.
These days, the fields where the battle was fought are farmed and there were neat rows of corn as far as the eye could see.
New Jersey often offers this kind of contrast, with salt marshes and woods, farmlands and green fields often located right next to another.
The beauty of the state at its finest is never lost on me. I have been glad to call this place home for the last 18 years. These days, as the people of our state have hunkered down to flatten the curve, I’ve been proud of the spirit of my fellow New Jerseyans, masks on and six feet apart as we share kind smiles and look after one another. In public spaces, I feel a renewed recognition that we are truly in this together. The landscape we enjoy seems more valued than ever as we remember that more than 13,000 of us no longer can take joy in these views.
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