The sun DOES, honestly, show up in Vermont but this heavy moning mist is positively magically entrancing, |
Wow. Just motherfucnig WOW!
Ten’s an old Oregon logger and he’s built houses too. He and Mark got to get their geek on, talikng wood and building methods.
Also, while having perfectly functional ears, Mary knows ASL. Ya know what this meant? While in a group, with so many different folk (4) talking, I did NOT feel left out. Between Mary signing to me and everyone else speaking into their tinyphone speech to text apps, I was able to, for the most part, keep up. HOW bloody cool is that! (hint: VERY!)
Home grown crudité! |
Rural Vermont's exerting one hell of a tractor beam though.
We came home with one of Mary’s big beautiful eggplants and plums from Cindy and Giovanni’s trees. Now that I think on it, here in our very own Valhalla, we’ll soon have Jen and Oni’s tomatoes and, maybe next year, TAB and Rocco will begin putting out cherries.
Misty Morning Hop – Led Zeppelin
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