no complaints here

What a great weekend it's been. We went to see Rani Arbo and Daisy Mayhem last night at Next Stage - a hilarious and beautiful evening. We bought one of their CDs, and then realized that our only CD players are in the cars. 

Today, we hiked up Pinnacle. It was a mellow day, not a lot of bright sunshine, but who can complain? Foliage is starting to heat up, everything smells great...

...and there are always weird mushrooms to admire...

And then this: they've re-routed a section of trail, I know I would recognize this tree if I'd seen it before...

"I'll grow on a pile of rocks, I don't care."

The view from the summit didn't disappoint. Happy sigh.

True love. As seen through a lens in need of cleaning. 

More shrooms.

Garden goodness. In a mason jar that....used to hold gluten-free pancake mix, apparently. 

We're getting stuff up on the walls, Kevin's stacking firewood on the deck, life is good.  Life is good. Just holding it down, up here, and thinking about all the folks affected by Hurricane Matthew.  

rusty but here

Home, home, home.

Yesterday I thwacked away at the side of the driveway, obliterating three summers' worth of black raspberry and wild rose growth. My rule: nobody prickly gets to live here. This Queen Anne's Lace stoically endured my disruption of its neighborhood.

We woke this morning to this.

I headed out for a walk in the afternoon. Didn't bring any cameras, just the phone, on airplane mode (no cell signal out here, so may as well save the battery.)

I'm thinking I could get used to it. 

A neighbor a mile or so from us used to have a greenhouse business. It seems defunct now, but some of these crazy hybrids (??) are volunteering in their driveway. 

 

Dusted with magic.

Right next to it, some type of hedge nettle. Maybe.

You don't want to know how long it's been since I've keyed out something unfamiliar. It's been wayyyy too long. That's all I'll say.

God, it's good to be back in Vermont.