I spent the weekend in the Back of Nowhere, Vermont. We camped by a rustic house in a wildflower meadow where there were blueberries and raspberries for the picking. Butterflies soared around us, and we watched a hummingbird buzz among the flowers. The meadow was surrounded by deep, dark, cool woods, and down the slope was a small pond, too cold for my tastes, but perfect for dog swimming, according to the Puppies O' Thunder. Saturday night was so clear that stars looked thick and close enough to touch. We sat under the leading edge of the Pleiades meteor shower and saw some dozen or more falling stars.
And there was quiet, a perfect stillness broken only by the hum of the bees and the cries of the birds. I turned to my deliciously geeky beloved at one point and mused "Wouldn't you love to live some place like this?"
He paused a moment to drink in the beauty and replied "Well, but, you can't get broadband out here."
And there was quiet, a perfect stillness broken only by the hum of the bees and the cries of the birds. I turned to my deliciously geeky beloved at one point and mused "Wouldn't you love to live some place like this?"
He paused a moment to drink in the beauty and replied "Well, but, you can't get broadband out here."