a wedding in Vermont

There and back again in twenty six hours.  A foliage tapestry in the hills everywhere you turned on the way up; a pretty backyard plot at the inn where we stayed with a flower and corn shack right next to it;  a simple and lovely ceremony at an old meeting house with a string trio playing lots of Handel beforehand, and a bagpiper playing afterward in the town green; the bride and groom driving themselves off to the reception in an old Ford; a rustic but charming and well organized reception venue which was "decorated" outside with an antique car. (Model A?)

Back home to one kitty who was so excited to see us (Dolly), and one kitty who surprisingly hadn't thrown up from eating too much (Henry).