On a Friday afternoon, hours before a predicted nor’easter was to settle upon the region, the gray clouds stood in contrast to the hues of autumn: red, gold, soft brown, mauve and fading green, all in a dreamscape in the serenity of Dexter Drumlin in Lancaster.
It was a day in which dog walkers were getting in their steps before the rain would set in. Already, a gentle but insistent wind was gathering, brushing against tall grasses, pods of milkweed, and clutches of clover, where bees were at work, appearing greatly unconcerned.
Dexter Drumlin rises some 311 feet, gently sloping amid a 38-acre sanctuary under the auspices of The Trustees of Reservations, which protects nearly 52,000 acres at open space reserves across the state. As to the drumlin, it owes its presence to the last of glaciers that pushed their way across the primordial New England landscape, forming in their wake drumlines, hills running parallel to the direction of the glacial course…