You'll hear me say this a lot over the coming months, but Vermont is really f*****g pretty, you guys!
The pictures above were taken across from our house along a little river where I walk Walter most mornings - I also sit on those rocks and watch the various wildlife - fish, crawfish, crows, hawks, blue jays. Behind me is a bank of those wild daisies and happy bumble-bees. It's a place to dream up plot ideas and love stories. It's a place to experience a lot of gratitude.
A few nights ago we took a dusk walk down a long road that runs behind our house, turning deeper and deeper into these streets with just one or two houses visible. It had rained all day, but was suddenly clear, so the pine trees were filled with mist and the full moon looked orange against the clouds. We could only hear bird song and it smelled like summer -- which to me, growing up on the east coast with a wooded backyard, smells like damp earth and warm air. Fireflies danced in the long grass along the road and the field we came upon was so full of mist we couldn't see through it. There were also no signs of modernity (no telephone poles, etc.) so I told Rob it felt like stepping into a field that could have been from any time in history.
In the picture below you can't tell but baby Walter is exhausted! But extremely happy. He's always rarin' to go when we're on the trail or he's swimming in the lake nearby. But during the day, for the first time e v e r, he just....sleeps. No playing or running around or wanting to go on walks constantly. I think our super active coyote has met his energy-level-match in Vermont!
Other than that, we found a delicious Mexican food restaurant, a great pizza spot, cocktails to go and a bunch of hiking trails and swimming holes to explore. We've seen some snakes, some deer and some salamanders but still no moose sighting yet. Cross your fingers!
