My grandparents used to live in Vermont, and I would go to the Champlain Valley fair every year! I had lobster for the first time there. :) Good times, good times.
Woo hoo, fair! My county fair is this weekend, but I'm working all those days, so ... I may or may not end up going. (Depends on how taxing work ends up being.)
The dark underbelly of horribleness is long, snowy winter for a lot of people, but I love having actual seasons and living in what looks like an image from a postcard.
I bought pumpkins from a farmstand yesterday and roasted and pureed them. Now have a pumpkin bundt cake cooling in the kitchen, making the whole house smell like fall. Soon it will be time to go pick apples. Yeah, I kind of love it here.
This past winter was hardly winter at all. Very warm and much less snow than usual.
The harshest winter I've ever spent in Vermont was '93-'94, which was my very first winter in Vermont. The temperature got down to -40 every night for what I recall was a two- or three-week stretch, with daytime temperatures never rising above -10°F. Of course, the whole winter wasn't that bad, but I still felt as if Vermont were hazing me (and I say this as someone who spent four winters in the cold, snowy Chicago area before moving to Vermont).
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Glad to hear you had a good time! :)
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The dark underbelly of horribleness is long, snowy winter for a lot of people, but I love having actual seasons and living in what looks like an image from a postcard.
I bought pumpkins from a farmstand yesterday and roasted and pureed them. Now have a pumpkin bundt cake cooling in the kitchen, making the whole house smell like fall. Soon it will be time to go pick apples. Yeah, I kind of love it here.
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The harshest winter I've ever spent in Vermont was '93-'94, which was my very first winter in Vermont. The temperature got down to -40 every night for what I recall was a two- or three-week stretch, with daytime temperatures never rising above -10°F. Of course, the whole winter wasn't that bad, but I still felt as if Vermont were hazing me (and I say this as someone who spent four winters in the cold, snowy Chicago area before moving to Vermont).
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