January 3, 2009

More Vermont Photos

I finally retrieved the power cable for my camera and was able to transfer the photos to my laptop. I have only a few. I should have taken more of the inside of the beautifully redone, 160-year-old farmhouse and barn. It's got five bedrooms, and although it doesn't have a spacious feel, its coziness is more than comfortable and never feels cramped. Except when you're trying to fit 13 people at the dining table and have to use two wing chairs to complete the seating. Then it's a little tight.

First, way back before we even got to Connecticut, Captain Mike let my boys into the cockpit for a tour. Ethan (the tall one) got to change an indicator light bulb and program the autopilot. Sam (the short one) got to sit in the pilot's chair but didn't touch anything. It was way cool for both of them.


When we got to Vermont, the weather was mostly gray and overcast, and there was already over a foot of snow on the ground. The weather warmed up and actually rained one day--it was over fifty degrees when we had most of our snowball fights. The sunny pictures below are on the day we left, when it was only 20 degrees but beautifully clear and decidedly gusty.

Looking up the road from the driveway. Yes, it's a dirt road.

Looking down the road from across the street. Still a dirt road.


The boys resting after one of our many epic snowball battles.


He's about to throw that across the pond at me, but there's no way he could make it from there. The pond extends back behind him and is formed by a dam out of frame to my left. The pond was frozen over enough to walk across, but we did not ice skate. It wasn't THAT safe.


Standing at the top of our sledding hill (which slopes down to the right), looking back at the barn and the house. The pond is behind me about 50 yards.


Uncle helps Sam get snow out of his boot and then retie them tighter. With trees and a stream at the bottom of the sledding hill, we do a lot of bailing out at high speed. Snow tends to find its way inside garments.


Just the back of the house, one more time. The windowless section is the back of the garage. In the summer, the meadow is hip-high in grasses and wildflowers and various Vemont things. The neighbor mows part of it with his tractor (my parents do not live here full time). The smallish tree right near the house is some sort of apple, and it attracts deer. Although we did not see any, we saw tracks left during the night.

7 comments:

JaneyV said...

With every post my longing increases and my jealousy deepens. One day we will return until then I'll live vicariously through you if that's ok!

Sarah Laurenson said...

How wonderful. My mom has 5.5 acres that used to have deer, but there's been too much clearing of the land around her for the natural gas wells.

The property next door still has cows. She used to have them on both sides. *sigh* Progress.

Alas, that is all in Louisiana and snow is not unknown, but it's not the norm either.

fairyhedgehog said...

Those are glorious photos. Just looking up the dirt road is pretty!

McKoala said...

That's so beautiful!

freddie said...

These photos are gorgeous!! I confess I'm a little jealous; I've always wanted to visit the New England area and have never been able to. This is almost as good!

Tiffany said...

Looks like a great place! How could you ever leave that for California?

Robin S. said...

Sounds to me like you're a New Englander at heart! Love the pictures, Pete.