I'd refuse to go quietly! I might even scream and kick and throw myself to the ground like a tantrumous (not sure that's a word, but it should be) child. I'd remember how all most of you pleaded and begged for my arrival, my light, my warmth (can I help it if I get a little overzealous at times). Jeezum, I'm just getting settled and all comfy when in burst fall pushing and shoving announcing my turn is over. Well, HELLO?
Little did I know it would take a rip roaring beast of a flood and a bowl of pumpkin barley soup to get me back inside the doors of a church (it's been a very long while). Riding my bike into the village today I noticed this sign in front of the Waitsfield United Church of Christ.
Iliyan Deskov and Savitri Bhagavati have set up shop in the basement kitchen of the church until repairs, restoration and renovation of their once charming little restaurant MINT are complete. Another sign inside the door informs us...
You know what they say... when the going gets tough, the tough get cooking
Savitri and Iliyan
I had a wonderful lunch today with my best friend and my daughter in the basement of the village church, it felt kind of special. And you want to know something else? It was the best darn church lunch I've ever had!
It's true what we they say about Vermont and more specifically our valley, that it's a place unlike anywhere in the world overflowing with natural beauty and a community rich in character and heart. We do, however, lack one, itty, bitty, tiny, little thing... a coastline to call our own.
In only a few hours and a handful of miles driving southeast, we happily find ourselves enriched in sand and surf. And if by chance you're on Cape Cod near High Head Beach take a little stroll at low tide and frolic in the surf (not too close now, you can't afford the fine) with these interesting creatures.
Head straight to the ocean and take a right at the shoreline.
Yep, that's one big stinky amazing pile of gray seals.
And watching over.
I wonder if Cape Codders tout about their "one of kind" place too.
Life moves forward (or sideways) even when Mother Nature changes the scope of our surroundings. Before Irene busted in to our region we were in the midst of planning and preparing for our daughter's wedding, a classic Vermont diy (thank goodness for friends, family and neighbors) affair. Irene didn't stop the arrival of new life (so happy for you Kristen & Lauren) or the passing of loved ones, and dang if my daughter was going to let it stop her from getting married. And am I ever happy about that!