I've said it before. I'll say it again. There is nothing like being in Chester, Vermont in the fall for its celebrated Festival on the Green, especially when you live here and were in the first Green Sale 37 years ago! Rotary gave me my regular prime corner spot in front of the Fullerton. The dark clouds were as numerous as the umbrellas, but there were lots of smiles, hugs, and sales. Yes, it is all about connection.
Words. Important phrases. Directions. Friendly helpers. Teasers. Identification. Clues. All these uses for words put together or standing alone. In yards. Of stained glass. In fabrics. On highways. Caution. Wait. Stop. Suddenly here in Chester signs are very, very important.
With my dear husband of nearly 43 years, we visited Arizona, both up north and
down south. The best two things we did were to embrace two of our
treasured daughters - many times. We bonded with Gigi and Charlie, definitely leaners, a girl cat belonging to Kelly and a girl yellow lab trained and
loved by Kate. We camped at the Ranch, in the prairie grasses and in the blue minivan in Utah
parks; we hiked to the Vermillion Cliffs and viewed the pottery chards and the California
condors; we made an early morning visit to Bosque del Apache and met a handsome
hawk; we experienced a spa in Truth or Consequences, NM; we reconnected with
the national park friends; we had hot chocolate on the south rim of the Grand
Canyon at sunset; we found new duds at thrift stores; we ate homemade pie in
Pie Town and ate African at a Tucson restaurant.
