When one of your very best friends since middle school grows up to be a real live farmer, you pack your bags and head to Vermont to milk some goats and hang with the chickens. Well, I didn’t actually milk any goats but Ayla got to feed some chickens corn which she was thrilled to do. She spent much of her time quacking at the chickens and I had to keep reminding her that they were not ducks. By the end of our weekend I think she was starting to get it.
We had a great weekend playing with the animals, catching up with my sweet friend and her husband and making homemade calzones. Vermont is such a peaceful and relaxing state that seems to run at a much slower pace which I greatly enjoy. Hopefully we can take another trip when the weather is warmer so we can spend a bit more time outside. I hope you all have a place like Vermont where you can go to get away from the crazy for bit! I know in my life, weekends away like this are so life giving.