Running...

So today was a little on the weird side for me.  First of all, my hair.  Blah.  I can always tell when either Gabi or I are coming down with something because no matter what we do our hair looks a mess.  

Mine looked a mess today.  

Then I began to feel my swollen eyes sink farther and farther into my weary head.  Then I started to feel a bit dizzy.  Then I realized I was sitting at my desk staring at my screen unable to accomplish anything at work, with bad hair.  But I persevered, for it was only 10 o' clock, and my time off is a coveted thing that I do not give up easily.  But as the hours passed I was becoming more unwell by the minute.

I left work.  An hour early.

I raced home with visions of pillows and blankets.  

Upon opening the front door and and lunging for the jammie drawer there lied an option.  Though I could see myself literally diving effortlessly into those oh so wonderful lounge pants and taking two steps backward into my dreamy bed, I could not overlook my running shorts.  There they were, right there as if they knew I needed them all day long.  I gave myself a few smacks on the cheeks and took a few jumps in the air.  Is this even possible?  I was convinced 20 minutes ago that I might hurl in the car...

Next thing I knew I was on the road.  I ran six miles, to the lake and back.  And fast.

Energy restored.  Happiness restored.  Eyeballs better.  Color back.  Smile back.  

Not sick.

hallelujah for exercise.

Comfort Zone

Ok, so I love a good comfort zone.  A clean house, a warm cozy blanket, everything in its place and accounted for. Life just crusing right along and enjoying the good stuff.

But, that zone did not get me to Vermont.  Nor does it make me feel super alive.  

I took a big ol' step right out of my cozy comfys.  And it is a lot right now, too much almost. But great.  

Because it IS what I want to do.  And the small victories give me joy.  And the learning process is rigorous but exciting.  And the prospects are down right invigorating...

So, 

Deep Breaths....and a break.

A super fun, always amazing trip to NYC.  Not only to see my mom and to devour Mexican food (my Fave) but to spend the day in the Village with my dad and his Sue, our Sue.  I cannot wait to just be together.  

see you monday. xo

It is that time again, the loveliest time of year.

When walking from work to my car yesterday the smell of fall almost knocked me over.  I was suddenly gasping for my breath and wiping tears from my eyes.  That particular smell, of damp leaves in cool air, well nothing compares to it.  For a lover of smells, such as myself, it is not an easy decision to make.  

 

a desert rain in late August has the aroma that is heaven scent.  

my new obsession that I desperately long for, sweet Sweet Annie 

the smell of a fire on a cold winter evening

 the first snow of the season

the smell of Christmas in the air

fresh cut grass on a breezy summer day...

all glorious earthly smells...

I adore each one.

But fall takes the cake.  Fall is my absolute favorite.  Fall wraps me in a blanket of brilliant colors and reminds me to count my blessings.

What will I do to enjoy the wonder of this season?  

Go pumpkin picking

eat a warm cider doughnut, or two

go to the old cemetery and make rubbings of the grave stones, for halloween

make homemade carmel apples

eat a lot of chili

make an apple crisp

hike to silver lake as pictured above...

What will you do to enjoy the Fall weather?

Also, fall is great in Vermont because it attracts loved ones...  Today, two special people are flying all the way from England to have a visit!  It has been a year since we last saw them here... This time we are trading country time for city time, can't wait to post the pics!  But these were the amazing images we captured last year...

 

 

 

 

Jay and Sue 

Vermont 2010

The path to Silver Lake

It is a must see.

My favorite picture of me and old man Legion... Another thing I love about fall, legion will let you spoon him on the couch, which I did all yesterday evening.

And lastly, I could not resist this one...

Read all about it....

I have some fun and exciting news to share....

This news is why I have been MIA on my little blogspot for a few days...

It is all consuming and super exciting....

I am building an Empire.

Not really, just a small creative business to call my own and get back to my roots.

I love two things in this life outside of my family and the glorious State of Vermont and they are to write and to sew.

So expect a few changes around here at The Village Press. I have a talented woman working on a blogidy makeover... I simply cannot wait to see how it turns out!  The Mr. is even excited and staying up late helping me grow this little seed of mine.  I am so thankful for him, he is truly amazing.  As far as the smaller ones in the house, they are annoyed at the sound my sewing machine makes while they are watching a movie, or eating, or brushing their teeth or putting their shoes on.  Let's just say they are not fans just yet.

Aside from the new blog look I am also excited to share my sewing adventures with ya too!  I don't care if I sell one thing I make, I LOVE to sew...this means all friends and family now know what will be under the tree in December time...

So as I am so consumed with my new blog look coming up in a few short weeks that I have to remember to keep blogging!

And speaking of writing some news...turns out I am not the only lover of words in the house!

 Noah has started a family news paper.  We will be getting a new read once a week.  There is a box set up for us to drop in new happenings in that can be announced in the paper.  I adore it.  In fact, it makes me want to weep...

Someone turns two...

 Weekends with the Witt family are nothing short of busy crazy, crazy busy...definitely crazy and always busy.

I will spare you the details of 

the cleaning

the cooking

the laundry

the soccer games in the rain

the cooking

the shopping

the cleaning

the sewing

the winter wardrobe building

the using my Arizona debit card at costco with the account that has no money in it and the only reason I still have it open is because I like the card with the cactus and the sunset on it and now I have to ask Mr. Witt Sr. go and deposit some scrilla in their as to avoid any insane charges...

and yes I realize I repeated quite a few things on that list and that is simply because those jobs are endless and all consuming.  and yes, it is totally awesome.

Fortunately for us, on Sunday, at 3 o'clock, we were invited to a tiny celebration for our much smaller  friend. This cutie turned two...

This was a particuliarly nice event due to the lovely weather, kind kind folks, and FOOD.  Not only did I not have to prepare it but it was brought to us by the very best place to eat in Shelburne, Cucina Antica.

 

Wood fired...

 and delicious

We also got  meet this darling and fifteen of his/her friends...

and I could not resist this little one who when sitting down to her cuisine I could not tell if real or a porcelain doll... Phoebe, you are too sweet!

 This is Bea reading the birthday card she received from Noah, I think she liked it. 

And I believe this here is a testament to the deserts....

 So, I am feeling kind of bad for this here entry.  Poor hostess of this fine shin dig awaits my pictures of the party to arrive in her inbox so she can write about her own dear one's birthday party.  But I am left with no choice today.  I either post these adorable pics of the cutest tots in town or I showcase the five tons of laundry that I did, chonies and all. 

Top Ten Things I Heart About Hiking

The aroma of the earth dense with green

Inhaling bona fide oxygen 

looking up

rediscovering the connectedness of all living things

watching the children see it as well

Gabi finding her woodland legs

 water breaks and pushing on

walking with the Mr.

the views

and making it to the top, all together.

#11.  Seeing someone we know at the top.  I am finding more and more that Vermont, well...

it makes ya famous!

Shelburne Farms Festival!

This weekend we ventured here....

By way of these...

To pay homage to this ...

What I wouldn't give for a obnoxiously large mantle and this very banner hanging over it, only to remind me everyday of my love for corn.  Silly I know, but it just is and always will be.  

Check out this fantastic fire pit they were roasting the corn over!  

 And it was only a dollar and I should have bought two!  Did you know that, over the summer, we went to an amusement park (where I discovered how much a loathe an amusement park) and I paid EIGHT dollars for an ear of corn and a small bottle of water?  EIGHT.  and it was all I found there that I could stomach.  

The whole day!

 But this corn was a buck.  We all had one.  It was scrumptious.   And if they had asked I would have paid eight dollars for this taste of cob... hold the butter and the salt, for its natural state right off the fire can not be topped. period.

 These next few photos presents a sequence of events that proves I am still a timid country bumpkin.  The city in this girl is still predominate.  I cannot tolerate bugs, the rain makes me frazzled, and as it seems; working with plants flat out stumps me...

 trying to look like I have an inkling of what is going on around me.... yes, okay, I can do this...

 ...then, after mere moments, I admit defeat and look to my Mr. for a life preserver... I am drowning in failure in enchanted land...help.

Good thing Matt is familiar in all things awesome...

 and created a crown for our young lass...

I suppose I have some work to do in the areas of awesomeness. 

After corn munching, crown crafting, Scottish music listening, necklace making, maple cotton candy gawking, and BEFORE leaving... we had to check out a bale maze.

  Fortunately we had a couple of very sly foxes to lead the way. 

and after it was over we took in the view.  and expressed gratitude. because it was lovely.