Ebook Farmington, Connecticut, the Village of Beautiful Homes

If the town of Farmington is as beautiful as some of its admirers believe, it must be largely because of its combination of river and mountain landscapes. Contrary to what many think the artist does not seek those places with panoramic effects; with snow clad mountains where there is a single view, which may look like a map. But he loves better those villages like Farmington, where the country is broken into many accidents and corners that arc picturesque and beauty.

Traversed from north to south by trap ledges that broke through the sand stone millions of years ago, this town lies along the side of the mountain, and below, the Farmington River makes a great bend and flows off towards Avon to join the Connecticut.

The wide flat meadows, chased Over by countless effects of cloud where the Marsh Hawk sails silently along seeking its prey, are not one of the least parts of the beauties of Farmington. There the sluggish Pequabuck flows, uncertain whether to move toward New Haven or toward the north. Here the long meadows are filled with red maples and willows that herald the suring, and acres and acres of sturdy flowers in the late summer that almost conceal the grazing cattle.

Beyond is Will Warren's den and The Pinnacle. Here is tillable land between the mountains, with the reservoir that looks like a lake among the hills (Lake Wadsworth). Here also arc the Peach Orchards, Diamond Glen, and Hooker's Grove

There is a tradition that upon still moonlight nights the form of an Indian may be seen passing down the mountainside at Hooker's Grove with a deer thrown over his shoulder. But beware do not speak to him, for no one may speak to him with impunity.

This long chain of trap ledges, a part of the Green Mountains, is filled with flowers, with birds, with squirrels and with coons. It is the home of the partridge and of the woodcock, the Red Eyed Video and the Oven Bird.

From the mountains descend some of the most beautiful brooks in the world. Without particularly mentioning the Diamond Glen brook, there is the brook that flows through Rice's Woods. Every beauty that belongs to a little brook is there, from the brown pools where the trout live, to the broad gravelly stretches where everything is twinkling in the sun.