You know you are in Vermont when you go through a covered bridge and you see a church like this in the middle of town.
That is my friend Frances' house across the street from the church.
This part of the house was built in the 1800's, the back half was built in the late 1700's. It has lovely wide plank painted wood floors through out the house.
Abby has thoroughly enjoyed her time communing with nature. She doesn't get to run like this in downtown Chicago.
Hi Judy,
ReplyDeleteI came across your blog couple of weeks back (blogs of repute)and was totally fascinated by the way you not only capture nature and then translate into these wonderful creations. So have added you on to my page so that I can regularly read your inspiartional writing. i loved the piece on grave stones and was really saddened to know that your blog was flagged off as a spam blog. Anyway anything can happen in the age of internet I suppose.
By the way I am writing from New Delhi, India. That's the upside of internet. I can sit here in India and get glimpses of beautiful Maine and Vermont and portland through your writings. It has been a great joy reading your blog. I am an environmentalist/communications manager all rolled into one for an organisation working on the issues of phasing out toxicity from our lives.
Keep writing and keep inspiring.
dat was a cute lil house..
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