We went to visit friends in Stowe a couple of weeks ago. It was sort of drizzly, but still magical. I adore Vermont. The rolling pastures and golden leaves calm me. It’s so unlike the untamed landscape in Cape Cod, where we spend the summer, which actually leaves me a little unsettled. It was a quick trip, but we managed to take a short walk on a trail through a national park, where I think I had more fun jumping from stone to stone in the brook than the kids did (reminded me so much of my childhood!). We also stopped briefly at the farmer’s market before coming home. Aren’t the vegetables gorgeous?