The first poem I ever memorized as a little girl in North Carolina was this one by Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. On one particular wintery day I read those words, was struck by the dreaminess and immediately had an irresistible want to explore those snowy woods.
I'm a summer loving girl - however, as the winter draws closer I'm finding a desire to cozy up in a cottage under a solstice light. With the sun turning in at 4:30 these days, making it out for high noon adventures, as the leaves spin free, seems a bit surreal.
Ben and I took a road trip to Vermont last month for a few days of quiet time "between the woods and frozen lake."
Here's a few photos from our adventure. I'm committing fully to bringing my "real" camera everywhere I go in the new year. Reso-lut-ed.
Traversing the woods alongside Lake Champlain .... the leaves a vibrant shade of marigold.
Our friend Benny, a Burlington native, took us on a ride out to a Vermont apple orchard, and we sipped the most delicious pressed hot cider made right in front of our eyes.
Downtown Burlington is full of art, and the prettiest colors from the lakeside to the foliage growing along the old bricks. If you plan to road trip out to Vermont (and I'll certainly be back again and again) leave plenty of time for afternoon lounging and lakeside walks.
I'm still trying to decide, btw, if the man swimming out to the little boat floating on the lakeshore was a figment of my imagination... could anyone possibly treat the icy water as if the sun warmed it all year long? Judging by what seemed to be a never fading tan, I suppose it's possible.
I can't wait for another year of traveling and adventures. Can you even believe the new year is right around the corner!?