I met my mum in saratoga, ny she was coming from montreal by train. we shopped and dined and made our way home. she had seen our house the weekend our truck was stuck at the end of the road, barely any furniture no stove or fridge. she is glad to be here and i am so very happy to have her here.
Yesterday we found a farm stand in shafstbury full to the rim with goodness we filled our baskets with vegetables, berries, breads and flowers. when came home we took a walk through the fields to see if the blueberry bushes were almost ready. the wild flowers we encountered filled our hearts, every other word was look at this , how beautiful! when black eyed susans, bachelor buttons, daisy and many other flowers grow wild for as far as the eyes could see you cant help but to feel like a little girl. the blueberry bushes were almost ready, bursting with fruit, we picked some dandelion greens for the ducks, walked to the pond were it was visible large animals had been sleeping in the long grasses. then we walked to the cedars that are lined like soldiers. on our way back we discovered thousand of tiny little wild strawberries, no bigger than pearls but so good that we left the fields with strawberry stained hands, knowing we would be back for more.