We took a quick trip up to Woodstock, Vermont this weekend - a little time away to celebrate a birthday, Father's Day, and a farewell to our friend who is heading to Israel for most of the summer. The weather wasn't fantastic, but we had enough breaks in the rain to enjoy the village and take in a few tours at Billings Farm and the Marsh Billings Rockefeller National Historical Park. Highly recommend both, especially the national park tour. But I'm a hopeless devotee when it comes to any kind of historical home tour - love them all. I wonder if a chapter of my life will have me as a historical home docent. I don't know that I have what it takes though, perhaps with great training... a good docent is such a gift.
When Adam and I lived in Woodstock our favorite thing to do (aside from climbing up Mt. Tom) was to walk the village at night. Not the main street with the shops and such, but the rambling side streets. Oh yes, that is where the warmth and charm comes alive for us. People here don't close their blinds at night, and all the homes are filled with glowing chandeliers and gorgeous early american antiques. Such a beautiful and safe place to wander.
We are home now and about to enjoy a few days of beautiful weather which the gardner in me is happy to hear. Things were getting just a little too soggy out there. When we came home last night I did a quick run through the gardens and was happy to see the shallots are coming up - I wasn't sure how that would go as I've never direct sowed them before, but they look good!
Okay, I must run now. There are so many things I want to accomplish around here after being away for a few days! Isn't that how it goes? I'm happy to be home.
