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.
This California party had an end date all along, but we kept that tucked in the back of the drawer, and celebrated all the fun-shine that came our way for days and weeks. Family time fueled us in every possible way, except for the ability to say goodbye. So, we slipped out the back Irish style with a tall pile of deliciously joyful memories.
Nine Cent Girl 