I crossed that river just to be where you are…” Dylan kept me company on my drive to (and from) the north country. I’ve been overusing the word “lovely” lately, but I don’t care. Boh and I had a lovely weekend catching up with a dear friend/accomplished farmer: roaming amidst cattails and piglets, grinding coffee with a crank, frying eggs recently gathered, sweetening coffee with maple syrup and knitting in morning light. Here’s a whole slew of photos from the trip:
I needed a good dose of mountain air and that feeling that accompanies spending time with dear friends. Being geographically closer to my “people” is one of the best non-academic parts of my new life as a grad student. (Thanks, P. Looking forward to my next trip up.)
barefoot rooster 
It looks like you had a great weekend. That’s one thing that I miss being out here; we’re so far from our friends and family back home. We would have loved to have ended up in upstate NY, but it wasn’t to be.
“Take some apples, we have lots!” Perfect. Lovely is the perfect word. Thanks for sharing your beautiful pictures, I am hungry for open spaces, time to play in the dirt and grow more stuff, and for my peeps too – though I am lucky enough to have a few of them here & we dream together about leaving suburbia ;) Time in the mountains next week, hurray, hurray!
It looks like the perfect spot to just sit and knit.