Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Living In the Boonies

I made a quick stop at our local grocer on Sunday to grab a few staples: bread (hurray for Cyrus Pringle), cheese, coffee, and Jameson's (time to make some more Irish cream). A visiting couple ahead of me was passing back and forth their cell phone sharing a call. I couldn't help but overhear "We're in the boonies, skiing the Sugarbush, up in Vermont".

In the boonies, my town? What in tarnation did they mean by that?

Wikipedia says~
The word boonies referring to the term Boondocks was introduced to English by American military personnel serving in the Philippines during the early 20th century, a derivative of the Tagalog word Bundock meaning mountain. A term that evolved into American slang used to refer to the countryside and rural, isolated wilderness. Not to mention as an adjective it can mean "ignorant", "uncultured", "illiterate", or "naive".  

I'm pretty certain their statement wasn't derogatory, more likely referring to the valley as rural isolated wilderness. Rural I agree with: no stop lights, more gravel roads than paved, rolling hills dotted with cows and sheep and yaks and pigs and horses and kids and dogs, a gazillion acres of gardens (in season) and flanked by mountains as far as the eye can see. Isolated wilderness? If you were to ask the skier that was chased by the Bull Moose at Sugarbush a couple weeks back, he might swear to you "this is one savage place". But other than an occasional visit from a run amok critter we live in a fairly civilized modern community. It just happens to be full of knock your socks off beauty and a lot of friendly down home people. And if that's what makes it the boonies then I'm down with that. 






Sunday, December 30, 2012

Absolute Perfection

The Valley is bright and joyful in all its winter wonder.



After a ski down to the river and through the woods and a stint shoveling the necessary paths to and fro, I do believe this is well deserved. When's the last time you had a piping hot slice of Anadama?


A little fresh air is a wonderful thing. I think I'll have another, please.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Oh The Places You'll Go


I'll follow you.


If you follow me.



The neighbors all warm and cozy under a fresh blanket of snow


must be snickering as he assures me, "Think light happy thoughts".


Hey love, turn around would ya.


A little to the right... no, my right you goof ball.


Now don't move, I'll be right there.


It's a beautiful morning, we hope you find a moment to enjoy what surrounds you.


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Pssst... Old Man Winter

I know you can do better than this.

December 6, 2012

Remember?

December 9, 2009

December 19, 2010

November 23, 2011

It's time don't you think?