When you discover your grandson is as much of a fish as you are, priceless joy is yours! He jumps in fearlessly, floats like a champ and paddles clear across the pool. This little guy is a water lover– there is no stopping his enthusiasm. Clearly I feel the same. 💙
We left Vermont last Sunday morning in a fully packed car, two days after the movers carried out all the boxes and furniture, and arrived in our new home by noon on Thursday. Yes, a fast crossing, but with much ease I will add. No storms, no major road delays, plenty of decent motel accommodations, plus a fabulous payoff by a special neighborhood visitor. And just like that … Southern California is now home.
Oh Vermont, ours has been a forty plus year love affair which I still cling to even while I prepare to move west. Happy lake time runs from May into October and brings a constant treat. Diving in takes precedence on most afternoons, yet each time I consider myself lucky. There are more than 800 lakes and ponds in Vermont, one more spectacular than the other: I have done my best to swim in lots of them, although I have found favorites they are all fabulous. Of course there is more to my love than one season’s occupation. There is the richness of green hills against the brilliant blue sky, the sweet smell of yellow flowers that run Spring through Fall, as well as the stark black and white beauty of Winter. All an integral part of me now.
As the movers lift the last of our boxes into their truck, I am certain it will all come with me.
Nine Cent Girl 