this is (obviously) a favorite scene of mine - this one being an over view of the blush of spring via the red-tipped buds of the awakening trees - and a chance to pass on the, sometimes earthy, vernacular names of the different spots of the river that the generation before mine gave both as descriptive and as plays on words - years of silt carried down from farms in the county and Pennsylvania combined with years of non-dredging to keep the channel open have long belied the deep water anchorage for the fishing boats of yore.
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