Another weekend flies by!

Marty and I have just come back from a weekend in Vermont. We stayed with a friend in her mom's cabin in the Green Mountains. Now it really feels like summertime to me!

We spent some time in Bennington, Vermont, looking at antiques and handmade pottery. We went wading in a stream out in the sunshine. We ate ice cream cones and played Scrabble. We walked through the forest looking for salamanders. We heard the bullfrogs singing at dusk, and at night the sky was so dark that we could see the milky way. And I read for hours in the early morning before anyone else woke up. (Light, summertime reading: I have finished both the Bridget Jones books now.)

Today on the way home we stopped in Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts. Marty and I had driven by this little town last fall on our Mohawk Trail drive. We didn't realize last fall that this town has two tourist attractions: the Bridge of Flowers and the Glacial Potholes. Verrrry interesting.

It was a great weekend. I'll post some pictures soon.