Moments in Vermont…


Night flakes in Vermont

The state of Vermont is fine fodder indeed for brewing a batch of blogs.

It remains a distinct pleasure to know that after a long, hard day at work, travels to distant and such inviting lands await.

So it was a week ago that we ventured to these northern climes, under the brilliant guise of a gravid moon. It followed us through bare trees as we turned north on 91, then to route 9. From there a mere 22.5 miles, to enchanting environs, and to a house nestled comfortably in the crook of snow-laden pines.


Blissful Evening

The house sat high in the hills, and the winding snow-packed dirt road offered little purchase. But our vehicle managed to slip and slide up the treacherous slope.

021We pulled into the driveway. Andi was bewildered and wondered where he was. Surrounded by dense woods and lit by the luminescence of that beautiful nocturnal orb, we disembarked.


“What’s down there?”

Andi immediately patrolled the grounds, sniffing the snow and crusted footprints, before following the human subjects into warmer confines.

I was left to the elements and to unpacking the laden car. But just standing there—alone—in the driveway, under a canopy of a billion stars, I breathed deep the cool, invigorating mountain air.

The moment, and silence…was perfect.

It was magical. The ethereal, dark beauty. Quiet and timeless.


A lucky man, indeed.

055The next day we were greeted by a blinding and welcome sun. The day would prove perfect for skiing, and while most deigned to don heavy winter gear for the slopes, I stayed behind and chose to dig a path around the house.

102It was great exercise, and I tunneled through three feet of snow so I could chase Andi around the yard.

017This was the shovel I used. What a great invention! The handle was perfectly situated as it alleviated the stress in your wrist. I must find one of these. It looks like it could be an attachment for the Wolverine:

“Oh, honey. Would you mind exchanging your lethal metal claws for a bit and shovel the driveway?”

“Yes, dear. Of course.”

Think of it; he’d be done in no time!

050During the evening, I took Andi out for a pee. (Him, not me. Although I must admit I had already consumed a few beers…) He paused {pawsed?} and stared ahead. I stopped too, for there appeared to be some creature lurking about the darkened driveway. Andi wasn’t having any of that and begged for the warmth within. I readily agreed, and we both fled inside. Who knows what creatures slink about in such spooky, dark woods?

It proved to be nothing more than a low-hanging branch, weighed down by ice and snow. But still. One has to be careful.

058Our worries were for naught, and the next morning I espied this lovely birdhouse condo, a snow-covered chalet built for a cluster of sparrows.

043On one of our many walks over the long, holiday weekend, I took this shot of a malevolent-looking cloud, a hellish clown-like visage that peered down at the valley with a menacing scowl. Very odd. And frightening. As though a harbinger of imminent mayhem.

137In the morning, though, such mystery and malice were banished by yet another stunning sunrise, replete with a refraction of a slice of watermelon. (I have no idea how that appeared in the photo.)

All in all it was a lovely respite, one spent amongst comfortable, welcoming, and relaxed folk, where one can do whatever the hell you wanted to do, without judgment, without a million queries, with no talk about exchanging dogs for an orange cat. Just a simple, fun, calm, and wonderful time.

Moments such as these, spent in the beautiful state of Vermont, are memories that will linger long.

Much thanks and appreciation go to all those who always make our visit there so memorable and inviting.

If perchance you find yourself wending snowy lanes to the Green Mountain State, may your own sojourn bring you as much peace and joy.

Copyright, Paul Grignon-2014, All Rights Reserved.


6 responses to “Moments in Vermont…

  1. Paul – Welcome back to our fair state. Your descriptions are faithfully evocative, your ability to describe the most prosaic activity in glowing terms is comforting, and your ample joy in “being” in a place is clear. Once again, I thoroughly enjoyed your shared moments.

    And, from your description, it seems you were just outside Wilmington… A nice perch from which to survey a Vermont winter.

    Cheers, Rich

    • Hello, Richholschuh!

      Thank you so much for the nice post, and Vermont does indeed allow one to expound upon its wonderful charms.

      I WAS in Wilmington proper and, as you well know, it can be a haven for calm and comfortable delights.

      ‘Perched’ within such inviting confines, it gave me pause to thank those who gave me such blissful moments.

      Take care, and thank you so much for your comments. I appreciate them immensely.

      P aul

  2. We share some here, Paul – I too relish the peace, quiet and even aloneness – is there such a word.

    “…malevolent-looking cloud, a hellish clown-like visage…”

    Yes, I could pick out the ghoulish eyes, triangular nose and mouth.

    Anyway, happy that you had a great getaway.


    • My Dear Eric,

      Such a pleasure to hear from you, and thank you for the kind words. Aloneness is indeed a word, according to several online dictionaries. 🙂

      At times, being alone can be quite a comfort. Why, just this morning, even though it was -18 outside with the wind chill, I took Andi out for a stroll and frolic. I paused on a hillock of snow, entranced by the quietude and stillness. The sun offered little warmth, yet its weak light felt exhilarating. I simply stood there while Andi sniffed and patrolled a frozen pasture.

      Sometimes, being a solitary man can infuse one’s soul with the splendor of the universe.

      Thank you, also, for the well wishes on my trip. It was a most pleasing respite.

      Take care, Mr. Alagan, and I send you warm wishes and good health. (A wee dram–or two–of JD certainly warms the cockles…)

      Paul 🙂 🙂

  3. maryamchahine

    It sounds like you had a really nice trip. I’m not a fan of snow, but your descriptions throughout made it very beautiful. I actually didn’t feel cold while reading about your trip. I agree with the wonderful power of solitude. Snow is a white blankness that our souls need sometimes. Hope you have many more wonderful trips in the future : )

    • Hello!
      And thank you for the wonderful comments. I’m not much of a fan of snow lately but it is, as you so eloquently said, snow is a white blankness that our souls need.

      I do plan on having many more lovely trips to that Verde Mountain state, preferably in the summertime.

      Take care, and thank you so much for writing!
      Paul : )

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