the warm days of summer have finally come to vermont.
the indigo has woken up and is growing in earnest.
we're not sure who lives under our huge ash tree,
but there is quite the den...
the meadow is full of wildflowers.
the late, wet, chilly spring seems
to have given all these beauties a chance to thrive
once they had the courage to lift their stems.
we had maggie and gretta here with us for a lovely visit.
our days were built around the schedule of a 20 month old.
napping, playing, exploring the neighborhood (goats!),
visiting the montshire museum and king arthur flour
(she sat on the throne!).
we read books again and "again" and "again".
maggie and cora became fast friends.
we hosted a picnic on a gorgeous day,
with a bunch of gretta's vermont buddies.
flower crowns were made, cream was whipped by shaking it in a jar,
and just picked strawberries were scarfed down with abandon.
last night i hosted a smaller than usual book group,
we discussed barbara kingsolver's
Unsheltered.
whew!
some story!
these july days seem to roll on by.
hope you have caught some time to
savor fresh produce,
to listen to the birdsong
and to soak in the pleasure of these long evenings.
the late, wet, chilly spring seems
to have given all these beauties a chance to thrive
once they had the courage to lift their stems.
we had maggie and gretta here with us for a lovely visit.
our days were built around the schedule of a 20 month old.
napping, playing, exploring the neighborhood (goats!),
visiting the montshire museum and king arthur flour
(she sat on the throne!).
we read books again and "again" and "again".
maggie and cora became fast friends.
we hosted a picnic on a gorgeous day,
with a bunch of gretta's vermont buddies.
flower crowns were made, cream was whipped by shaking it in a jar,
and just picked strawberries were scarfed down with abandon.
last night i hosted a smaller than usual book group,
we discussed barbara kingsolver's
Unsheltered.
whew!
some story!
these july days seem to roll on by.
hope you have caught some time to
savor fresh produce,
to listen to the birdsong
and to soak in the pleasure of these long evenings.
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