Monday, October 13, 2008

I discovered New England has mountains. The Boy and I jaunted up to the Berkshires and Vermont this weekend to remind ourselves we exist outside of the swirl of poppycock (I'm bringing poppycock back, I just decided) that is life in Boston.


This short trip involved many key entries of the Big List of Stuff I Love, including (but in no way limited to):


autumnal scenery,


mountains,


good bourbon,


really good apple pie,


baths and terrycloth robes,


microbrewed beer,


and, of course, Mr. W, himself.

It's easy to forget, when all I see is human-sized rooms and bright lights in dusk darkness, how stupidly fortunate I am, after all.

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