Just got back from a week in Vermont on the shores of Lake Champlain. They sure have a lot of cows up there.
If I’d seen it on a commercial I wouldn’t have believed it, but we drove past herd after herd, grazing serenely in green pastures, gazing at the rolling hills, breathing air like wine and all. This makes me feel way better about eating ice cream–in fact I’ll try to eat more of it.
I tell my friends that I fear the country with its deer ticks and feral ducks, but really I love it too much to bear to see it carved up into suburban lots.
And the city rocks. Living in Prov and getting away to Vermont once in a while is the best of both worlds.