I would like to blame it on the blinding whiteness of winter. A time when the rolling landscape of Sharon Springs is covered for months by snow.
But as much as we like to think we make the time to lay witness to all the wonders that Beekman Farm reveals to us, we evidently don’t.
One day this winter a neighbor from a nearby village stopped by. In cleaning the house of a departed relative they had come across the Last Will & Testament of William Beekman—the namesake of Beekman 1802.
Accompanying the document was a survey of all of his property (this entire area of Schoharie County was once called Beekman’s Corners). According to the map, just down the road a bit was another grand house painted yellow–the home of Cornelius Beekman, one of William’s sons. Per the legend, the house was close enough that Cornelius probably walked the short distance to his parent’s home to have Sunday dinner.
Now there’s just a hay field there.
After the Spring snow melt, we slowed the car down as we drove past.
Right at the edge of the road, in plain sight (should we ever have taken a moment to notice) is the remnant of a stone wall in the exact same configuration as the stone wall in front of the Beekman Farm.
Like father like son.
We’ve driven past this spot literally thousands of times so preoccupied about the final destination (usually the Mercantile down in the village proper) that we didn’t see what was right there.
It gave us a valuable lesson for the morning:
Just because you take the same path every day doesn’t mean you have to take the same journey.
Wherever you are headed today, try to identify one thing that you’ve never seen before and then report back what you discovered in the comments section below.