Yesterday it rained. After school I came home and lit a fire in the woodstove.
It’s starting to be fall already, with spots of pale yellow dotting the deep green of the woods, and leaves whirling off with every gust. The poison ivy winding up the tree trunks is scarlet. The sky was grey and heavy yesterday. This morning it was misty. Now it’s brilliantly sunny with a handful of high, translucent clouds. I approve of Vermont’s aesthetics.
The only fun-ish thing I did this weekend was to go to Scott’s Farm a mile up the road from school. They produce 75 varieties of apple, among other tree fruit. One of them is a variety of crabapple that Thomas Jefferson used for hard cider. Across the street there is a friendly llama. I thought it would spit on me, but it politely refrained. And there were sheep and sunflowers and who-knows-whatall.
A few feet down the road is Rudyard Kipling’s house where he wrote Jungle Book and Captains Courageous. The place is available for rent.
In the rare moments when my mind isn’t occupied with some academic task, I am counting to three in Turkish (bir, iki, í¼í§), or saying the second half of “pleasure to meet you” (bulduk) because I can’t remember the first part (hoÅŸ). This week is my last of Turkish and then I move on to my next chosen language: Kiswahili. I am a practical person. But who knows: maybe I’ll wake up in Tanzania someday.
I got my first phone call on my land line the day before yesterday, and had my first visitor (Kim) who was also my first “study buddy.” Baby’s First Study Buddy. We worked on our résumés and cover letters for our internships. She was a huge help. She has teaching experience. I don’t. I’m applying to sites in Mexico, South Africa and Costa Rica. It’s taken me about ten hours thus far and I’m still not done, and I have a ton of homework to finish today as well.
I feel as though I’m running down the track after an accelerating train.
You may be running down the track after an accelerating train, but at least it’s a train of GLORY.
Your Vermont is so goddamn pretty that I can hardly goddamn contain myself. We had our first rain of the season here, too, and it was lovely. But not so verdant. The scenery, that is, not the rain.
Will you mail me a llama? And some arples of diverse varieties?
I want to lay there with those sheep and stare at sunflowers.
Your blog is interesting. I will subscribe. :O)
M: I like it when you call it “my Vermont” because… well, it makes it feel like it’s mine, sort of: that is, as though I should be here. Please keep calling it “my Vermont” and don’t stop calling the other place “Ginna’s West Virginia” which I still like better.
Oleggy: You may lie down with the lambs. Just don’t eat them.
Ooooh! I can smell the rain!
Even though I can’t smell worth a damn I can still SMELL it, you know?!
“The lion and the calf [sic] shall lie down together but the calf won’t get much sleep.”
– Woody Allen