Day 222

Anne swimming.

Two days in idyllic Vermont, living in a converted sugar-house, with which I fell in love.  The sunny rooms, the green trees all around, the wood panelling, and even the compost toilet!

Anne grew up in this town, and we passed her old farmhouse each day.  She and her brothers still own a large tract of land and have this little place they can go to whenever they want to, and it even comes with a private shelter on the beautiful lake, leading down to a dock.  

We roamed around the forest and a few dirt roads, where there were many enormous homes which were completely empty.  They are summer homes of wealthy people who only visit a few days of the year.  It struck me again how the ways in which society works are so flawed.  Some people live in beautiful houses say in Boston, and then have summer homes which are basically mansions, fully equipped with everything, beds, bedding, kitchen utensils, food in the pantry, etc., and then there are people who don't even own a home, who struggle to make ends meet, even when they work really hard.

A little garter snake crossed the road in front of us, and then tasted the air several times, wriggling along and then keeping still, forked tongue out and in, slither, still, and on again, hoping we would ignore it and go away. 

  Two solar panels provide light in the evening, dim light, and there are oil-lamps strategically placed in case they are needed, this one on the window-sill in my room.

Sunshine in my room, green light outside.

Peach and shadows.








Star fern.