Macoun Apples
We were in search of Macoun apples, one of my fall favorites, so once again we headed to one of our favorite local orchards. How lucky we are in so many ways.
Tag: Outside
Blueberry Morning
We are lucky to live where we do. I honestly think about that everyday. The other morning the kids and I headed to Hicks our local orchard to pick fat blueberries.
Laundry Basket Dinner
The first warm night we headed into the woods for a picnic supper, only a laundry basket was more our style. Adam says that Vermonters are like turtles, they crawl out of hiding to sun themselves on a log the first warm day. That is exactly what we did, seeking sunlight on the deck of an old empty hunting camp far up in the woods.
Laundry Basket Dinner:
Salad Greens With Cucumber, Tamari Almonds, Chick Peas and Miso Dressing
Grilled Flat Bread with jar sauce
PB&Js
Seltzer and various bad for you drinks
Snap Peas
Snickers
Pull Ups, Wipes and a great book.
This Moment (A Day Late)
{this moment} – A Friday “today” ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Idea borrowed from http://www.soulemama.com/
Easter Weekend
Just a few snaps from a beautiful weekend spent in the sunshine with family and friends. It really doesn’t get any better.
This Moment
{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Idea borrowed from http://www.soulemama.com/
One Year Ago
I got a good chuckle today going through the blogs posts from a year ago. I wanted to see what I was writing just before my first big race. Hope you enjoy… “As I was running with my friend Mandy one day, she told me …
Leach Farm Maple Syrup
Some of our near and dear friends have a sugar house down the road. Here is a glimpse inside.
Our Last Distance
Bittersweet. At this point my body is tired. Cranky with distance. It has been a long whirlwind winter. That is truly is how I feel. Winter in Vermont can only be described as long cold nights, short cold days and upon reflecting, over in the blink of an eye. This past weekend was our first warm weekend with temperatures in the 50’s. Paradise in VT. Adam joked that Vermonters come out of the woodwork on the first warm day, moving slowly to bask in the sun like turtles on a log. So true.
(My apologizes for the selfy, but it was 50*F out and I was supposed to be moving a ton of pellets. See what I am lounging on, that is the ton of pellets).
Anyhow, my group gathered for our last distance run of 12 miles before the race. (We joke that next week is our “rest” week with a run of a mere 6 miles).
We crossed town lines.
We loved the sun.
We saw surefire signs of spring!
And then we were done. But I wasn’t done with the sun, so we headed to our great friends sugarhouse. Spring is here!
These Women Who Run
So these are pretty much the worst pictures of me, taken by me, at 8am in 5*F weather at the start of a 6 mile loop. That’s my running group and I love them. Women from all over Southern Vermont, of all ages, shapes and …