Well, we are very nearly back up to snuff here. I have a recipe (first canning recipe of the season!) and a book that I’m excited to share with you, but I thought that today, while I get this all finished and sorted, I would share a bit of our day with you. And if you didn’t get a chance to download the new mix (some of Joey’s finest work, I must say), you can find it here.
Yesterday, we hopped in the car and drove north–past the gun shops and the wild Edith Wharton hills of the Northern Berkshires until we hit Vermont. We ended up in Manchester, which has just about the best bookstore you can imagine. In the park-reading, new town romping, and we wove our way back down again, driving up roads filled with estates with perfect cottage houses.
Then we were back in Massachusetts, and we stopped at the lake that always sparkles in Lanesboro, so Joey could call his mama, too. It was a good day, a day taken out of all the business of what has to happen. And so, instead of jumping into my to-do list this morning with as much fervor as is totally necessary, I think I’ll hang out in the sparkly day for a few more minutes…