A Day in Vermont

Saturday was a fun day for us. Our day began at an every-other-Saturday tradition at a restaurant called Soup n’ Greens where there’s lots of noise and camaraderie and good, cheap food. They do not, however, serve hashbrowns with breakfast—home fries which are just glorified French fries.
Then on to Waterbury to the flea market. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as big as last time we went. It was obvious that there’d been a downpour just before we’d arrived. We keep wondering why people collect so much junk just to turn around and sell it. Your whole childhood is before you at Waterbury. I was looking for some things for my Christmas (don’t worry kids) and I saw every Tupperware piece I or my mother ever had as well as Avon. I also saw a few of the dishes that used to come in soap boxes.

Our next stop was Waitsfield where the flea/farmer’s market is. I either had a shot of the lady’s derriere or one with the sign for the port-a-lets. Sorry about that. This is a colorful and noisy spot. We bought some nice fresh, vegetables at a price. We bought some fresh salads with marigolds and edible flowers which Garth refused to eat!

In the late afternoon we went to a ward cornfest. I should have taken a picture of the corn cooking. They simply put the unhusked corn on the special cooker and it roasts in the husk. Delicious. This is the premier event of the summer and was well-attended. DH played whiffle ball. Lucy isn't sure where she's supposed to run. The event was held at the home of Brother and Sister Grey who own an 1840s homestead. I enjoyed the beautiful location.

These picturesque outbuildings were built at various times. The barn in 1840 and the buildings in 1920. Such buildings are very typical of Vermont.

Although rather plain looking, this is a beautiful home which was built in the 1840s. Our friends, the Luces, were married in the parlor in 1980. The Greys are restoring it to its original splendor. The small building you see on the left is a doudi house for the in-laws.

I love the English style gardens which take advantage of the natural flora.
We enjoyed visiting with the good people of the Montpelier Ward who’ve welcomed us. We spent nearly an hour visiting with the bishop who began the cornfest 37 years ago. His were stories of miracles, conversions, and lives in the history of the Montpelier Ward. This is Vermont.