Little Compton, RI

These images were taken in late May 2011, on a trip to Rhode Island. I have to say, the area I stayed in has to be one of the pretties places I've ever seen. Little Compton personifies the true, down home, old time beauty you can still view in a New England town. 

United Congregational Church is located on the commons, as well as the cemetery. Just around the corner from the church is the Art Gallery. The perfect place to stop for a cup of coffee, a snack, and some unique shopping.

The wisteria was so much larger and more prolific than I see here in NH. As were the amazing brilliantly colored azaleas. I'll have to look and see if I have any photos of those. 

My goal was to arrive in Rhode Island while the sun was still up, and luckily I accomplished that goal because the next day was non-stop busy with an overcast sky. I'll always be grateful for the photos I captured when the sun illuminated the local beauty. Lately I just keep thinking about going back. Next time I'd like to go a bit more south to view some of the mansions in Newport.

I hope you enjoy the view!

Historic yard

Here are a few shots of the yard at the house I've been working in. This old tree has been growing on top of the ledge that juts up out of the ground for many years. When you get up close to the tree you can really see the age on it. Many of the limbs are rotting with old, peeling, dead bark.

I can't begin to tell you how quiet it was sitting out on the porch. It reminded me of when I was a kid and cars would only go by once in a great while. Not anymore. Where I live now the traffic never stops!

Small wild Strawberries growing at the base of the rock ledge

In the middle of the yard sits an old cemetery from the 1800's. The perimeters of the yard are filled with wonderful vegetable and flower gardens.

Only 3 headstones in the cemetery are visible (one is behind the tree trunk), however the woman who lives in the house, and was born and raised in the house next door, says she's counted 10 markers altogether. Most are just small stones under the grass.

The one that is the most visible is of a small girl. She died on January 4, 1849, at the age of 2 years, 4 months, and 3 days. I'm not quite sure what her name was due to age and moss on the upper part of the stone.

Today I'm off to work someplace else ... in a development. Not much history there. LOL!