Hola Y Feliz Domingo:
“And then, my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………. William Wordsworth
“As surely as there is a voyage away, there is a journey home” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Jack Kornfield
“Wrinkles only go where the smiles have been” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Jimmy Buffett (RIP)
Thinking about the seasons change, the end of something, the beginning of another…all tied up in some colored leaves and shortened days…. been a week of reflection and mulling……as the mighty Greens begin to mute into permeation’s and shades…. what have we got?
The Harvest Moons- blazing over the shadowy mountain tops….3….2……1…………………
The 80/40 Rule- eighty and hot during the day, 40 and chilly breeze at night
Barn Centers- filled with drying leaves, canned summer crops, exercise rooms, kids play areas, solitude breaks……………………………… rays of light
Breakfast Sandwiches- an art form deluxe from tiny roadside joins and stores……of local eggs, snappy Vermont cheddar and crisp bacon…eaten in the misty mornin’ light……. hot off the grill……morning dew-ish
Cider Donuts- dense rings of mountain flavor…. hot from the fryer…. powdered or not…. half dozen treats……6…5…4…3…2….1……all gone
Greens Car Repair- drive for an hour, leave it three weeks for the first available man with a computer……all good…. take it home……lights flashing, bells belling on dashboard…..stat all over again, amen…start it all again
Yenta-ism- rarefied art form practiced in mountain hamlets by the local Queen and her Courts…if ya gotta know, ya gotta go (to see the Y’s)
The Dump- the preternatural hub of village life, where The Dumpmaster and Sneaky Peter preside over all the unfolding events of importance…. see and be seen…. Shop at the Dump Mall…ah… the smell of fresh garbage of a Saturday morning
Music on the Green- gathering of a summer evening……. local sounds of homegrown talent…feel the connections…support the band…. good or bad……summer waning…cooler music nights with early darkness…. huddle around the tiny band-stand ……….and the band plays on…the band plays on
Indian food- from the service station, from the tiny grocery, from the convenience mart…coolin’ curry in the colored leaves…picnic table joy, bring the plates
Libraries that sing- all night access via the hidden key that everyone uses…………… quiet stained glass window nook of a cool sunny day, the crack where the light gets in……Sunday night jazz cabarets…. film fests…. ALL- IN-ONE
Mountain Dogs……ones that you cannot look at when you enter…don’t look at her…. don’t look at her….and ones that show up every morning to knock on the door……” Can Lucy come out na play” ……is it Buckwheat’s’ dog?
Dirt Road hikes- look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day……a stunning view, a quiet stroll, an overhead color laden canopy……everywhere, every turn an adventure…. off from the tick patrolled trails that come with the gift of Lyme……up, down and sideways…and, around the next bend……………………………….
Mountain Contractors- no job too big, find them lounging at the Dump………yes, I can do that in nine months…. wait …and see
Isolation- can a mountain man live on dirt road, miles from nowhere……with no companion, no car, no job…in Vermont? Yes…… Yes……. Yes
PONDS- LUV Floods……more, more, more
And, yes, there are stone walls in Vermont….
C’mon people now…. smile on yer brother………. Papi
