Yesterday was truly a perfect Vermont day. I've had a hard time focusing on the positive the last few weeks of chaos and upheaval but paused for a few minutes yesterday to take it all in.
First, picking up our chickens. Yes, I said chickens. 8 beautiful birds were loaded into the back of Brad's VW bus yesterday and made their journey to Starksboro (more about that later). And by 5 pm, we had an egg -- a perfect, warm egg.
Then, we stopped by the bustling Middlebury Farmers Market. Cheeses. Bread. Colorful vegetables. We stocked up on all of it! John, our contractor's wife, has a lovely stand with homespun wool and organic chickens.
Next, we stopped for organic chicken feed and grists (oh, something new I know about now).
Then, I picked apples from our orchard and yes, made a pie. Not so pretty but delicious...and so proud that the apples are from our very own tree.
And we ended our night with a barn dance. The kids frolicked in the hay bales. We bid on a few silent auction items.
Home and in bed by 10ish. Still lots of angst but it was a perfect Vermont day.