Farmer's Markets are for lovers...

Who knew that Shelburne had its own day... Not us. 

We were just headed out for a little Farmer's Market time and BAM, Shelburne Day!

I was so consumed with enjoying myself that I neglected to snap snap snap away on the old iphone camera app... But I got a few shots and here are some faves that showcase my favorite food, friends, a band, and special treat...  

Corn. corn. cOrn. cornnnnn. CORN. corN. cooorn.

I love me some C.O.R.N.

**however, I do not prefer corn in my soda pop/cereal boxes/granola bars/pop tarts/toothpaste/toilet paper/on my car radio/or any place other than wrapped in foil right off the grill hold the butter b/c it is that good kind of corn.

Dear USA, stop corn cruelty please.

 Was I surprised to see Mrs. Taylor on Shelburne day?


No, no  I was not.

And she had a cute puppy with her and his name is Winchester and she had Bea too...

and these guys were selling the cutest hand made bracelets so of course we purchased one for Gabrielle.

We only got a chance to hear one of the bands play Shelburne day.  I don't know who these guys are but that young man in the photograph has the loveliest voice and we oh so enjoyed ourselves hearing him sing...

We had already had a Rookies Root Beer, we are part of the club you know... but Mr. Witt had not had his fill so we headed back for round two and you are never going to believe what happened!

 The Rad Rookies Mama let Matt poor his own Root Beer!!!

This is, hands down, the best root beer on planet Earth.  I think the secret ingredient (like the secret ingredient in most things here) is that it is made in Vermont... There is just something in air that makes everything super!

Thanks Rookies, for the highlight of this day!

When we arrived back to the homestead we unloaded our products...

YUM.

August is for lovers...

Mr. Witt and I are on the final countdown to our beloved children's return.  This month has had its ups and its downs and I am continually thankful for the experience.  It was lovely to have some time alone with my hubby but was excruciatingly painful at times to be so far from my littles....

This weekend was our last full Friday, Saturday, Sunday alone...all to ourselves.  I think despite the lack of 'making plans' we used it to its fullest.

Beginning with... 

because burgers are not, but farms are for lovers...

 ...burger night at bread and butter farm in our very own home town.  I had been looking forward to enjoying the festivities provided by the fine folks of this farm for a while...I will be even more excited to share it with our youngsters...

This is a groovy kind of place...

 That knows how to throw a Friday evening  
shin dig...

 Amongst the most enchanting Vermont views...

 The live music was delightful and the artists kind and engaging.

Here is a picture of me doing the unthinkable... on the smartphone playing a game... 

WHaaaaaaT?

Super uncool yo!  

 Listen, when my nine year old asks me to engage in a friendly game of Words With Friends, and this nine year old is 3000 miles away, and the two of us are missing each other, and he needs a connection with his mama... well, frankly, I don't care if I were dining with the Queen of England... I will shamelessly tap tap tap on that phone and be quite happy to do so... so there Mr. Witt...

Here are a few pics of Mr. Witt and I having fun on a beautiful farm post silly smartphone game...

Sadly, this Witt family does not partake in the eating of burgers...though, if I were going to, this would definitely be the place for it!!  After we enjoyed the most lovely vibe of this fine event, we headed to get some veggie pizza to enjoy while doing our very favorite Shelbure thing...

Dinner and sunset at the lake and this time over a game of Scrabble!  

Because Scrabble is for lovers too.

weekend to be con't...