By the lake

We have settled into our cottage in North Ferrisburgh. It is a lake cottage, with a homey bach-like feel to it. The sunsets over the lake are something to be believed.

There's plenty to do in the water.

That's Bruce, Emil and Lizzy in the row boat

We have been blueberry picking at a nearby farm.

On our first day here, we went past this sign. what could it mean?

Turns out an ice cream social involves sitting in the sun in a beautiful garden, eating homemade blueberry pie and ice cream. What's not to love about that?

We head off on our first trail (the girls complaining bitterly)
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And find ourselves in fields of wild flowers.

And at the end of the day, we're sitting on the deck, drinking Vermont wine, which turns out to be really quite good. And I wonder, how will I ever wind myself up to write a book in this lovely, quiet place?