trees

After delicious dinner of 'gigot de sept heures' (lamb cooked with onions, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, herbs for seven hours) made by the lovely Marine, and a garlicky salad, we fell asleep in our little house overlooking the tree-padded hills. This is my first experience of upstate New York but it is in fact closer to Bennington, VT. I wake up and stare out at the misty dawn and the unfamiliar bird calls and I think i'm in Ireland. The house is beautiful, a remote farm down a long, winding tree-lined driveway. Everything is orange and red and gray and there are pumplins and apples everywhere. It is, I hate to say it, bliss driving through these pretty little towns and endless treed hills with my now less grumpy but sleepy son.