The views around Haworth are nothing less than amazing. The views from the nearby hillside trails equally so. And yet, one must pause and wonder how they would have looked two hundred years ago.
On April 21, 1816, Charlotte Bronte came into this world. She lived here, in the village of Haworth, in the parsonage of the local church, surrounded by townspeople and brick-and-slate houses. Yet, like all her sisters, the nearby fields, hills, and moors--nature in all her untamed glory--infuses her writing.
I wonder where she is now, and what beauty and glory she is contemplating. I wonder what she would think of modern Haworth. I wonder if she is gazing down upon her beloved hometown today, on the bicentennial of her birth, and if so, what she is thinking. Don't you?
What do you see, when you walk and look and live in your hometown? How do your surroundings inspire you?
Dragon Dave
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