The Long Delayed (and oh so exciting) Vermont Post

WHO are these people? They look at HAPPY, RELAXED, and they are in such a BEAUTIFUL SETTING! Oh, I wish that was ME! Oh, wait it IS me. That's right, it all comes back to me now...we went on vacation. Man, that was a LONG TIME AGO.

I feel like every time I go to Vermont I find NEW and CHARMING tidbits about the place that makes me fall in love with it all over again. I mean, it's MORE than just a liberal state where you can eat maple creamees while barefoot and staring out at a pasture wall eyed goats. It's more than just the GREENEST place this Californian has ever been to. I say, it's MORE than just a place where I have wonderful friends, who feed us well, and give us shelter from the storm. I knew this, but I did not know that Vermont is a place where you can go to a community farmer's market and see three UTTERLY SERIOUS 8-year-old girls sing the hits from the likes of Avril Lavigne, Hillary Duff, and Gwen Stefani:
I mean, they were PROFESSIONALS. They not only did all their own make-up, choreography, and something along the lines of harmony, but they carted their own equipment. As a former female performer myself, I can vouch for the sexist music industry who often believed that as a girl, I wouldn't and COULDN'T carry my own equipment. Dare I say it that these girls made me PROUD when I saw them hauling off their pink karaoke machine after such a set? Also, I would like to point out that the girl rocking out in the front, hair ablaze, was a FANTASTIC fly girl. They should consider taking her on the road with them.
Another surprise of the trip was discovering my husband's flare with a hoolahoop. A year later he STILL surprises me. What will the next 49 years bring? Trapeze riding? Flame throwing? The mystery of marriage continues to unfold!
And just in case you were ever BORED in Vermont (perish the thought!), you might want to go out and take a calf for a walk--or at least go visit somebody who is. This calf belongs to Steve and Susannah, who also have two other cows, a blueberry patch of some renown, goats, chickens, and many other creatures I am forgetting. Susannah and Steve are big practitioners of local economy. After we came home with Diane, with a pallet of blueberries and fresh milk thoughts of the crappy C-Town down our street made me QUAKE in my flip-flops. I think they may have something on that whole grow-it-yourself thing.

I have never eaten so much sweet dairy desserts in my life. It might have gone up to three times a day, but I'd rather not know. What happens on vacation, stays on vacation. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to make myself a cup of coffee sweetened with the maple syrup we bought from Diane and Lucian's friends. It's the only way I can taste Vermont now.