The old saying says that there's nothing so rare as a day in June. Can't argue with that, but August in Vermont is pretty nice, too. It's almost like a state of grace, the calm before the storm, like the brief moment when you stop at the top of a roller coaster before the quick slide into fall and winter.
Friday was another beautiful, sunny day, and we decided to order dinner from Sissy's in nearby Middletown Springs. Many of the viewers of this blog have been to Sissy's and love it as much as we do. It is unique.
Allyn called in the order. The person taking our order was one of Allyn's old students from Tinmouth. As I drove into town for the pickup, I saw this sign.
Friday was another beautiful, sunny day, and we decided to order dinner from Sissy's in nearby Middletown Springs. Many of the viewers of this blog have been to Sissy's and love it as much as we do. It is unique.
Allyn called in the order. The person taking our order was one of Allyn's old students from Tinmouth. As I drove into town for the pickup, I saw this sign.
It seemed quintessentially Vermont. Direct, simple, unpretentious, stuck in a hay bale at the end of Many Springs Drive. Picked up the order at Sissy's.
Stopped at the village store, just off the town green to get some Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream to go with the sour cherry pie from Sissy's.
I'm sure I won't feel the same come February and March, but, for now, I'm grateful to be in such a beautiful place.
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