About fifteen minutes from our Northampton apartment, past fields filled with little leaguers, past a lake, and down a twisty road is the Whately Chapel, facing a garden and a field of horses and cows.
During the summer, Wednesdays at the chapel are Watermelon Wednesdays. There’s music, bats, a dog, and, of course, watermelon.
It was a gorgeous evening, so everyone mingled outside the chapel until showtime.
The view from inside:
After the first set, there was just enough light left to go outside, eat the watermelon, and watch bats flying out of the belfry to snack on mosquitos.
I’m not a watermelon fan, so Type E ate my share and took me to Herrells after the show.