The weekend following my time in New York found me in Bucks County. I left after work and made my way through gnarled traffic and misty rain, which was not so pretty in Philly or on the highway, but substantially more picturesque when driving down country roads and passing hovering misty fields and the like. By the next day the misty/rain was but a memory. I spend the majority of that day enjoying a quiet weekend alone with plenty of sun, a very loud hawk that kept on flying around and shrieking and reading the fifth book of Game of Thrones. My day was occasionally punctuated by a quick woods walk, or bite of cheese. And at some point I went to a farmer's market.