And a trip to the farm.
The courtship begins, as many courtships begin, over mixed drinks:
The majestic Vermont river and mountain backdrop make for the perfect romantic setting (unless you factor in the smell of cow dung and the couple’s moms hanging out and watching their every move..with cameras):
Quickly, the young gentleman sees his date’s eyes glaze over from boredom. Has he been talking too much about himself? Is she bored? How can he…remedy the situation?
Then, the first sweet kiss. She looks enthralled, right?
Afterward, he looks deeply into her eyes while she stares dumbly at his chin.
He tries again:
“Was it good for you?”
Oh man. Scarlet was having another one of her funny face/un-photogenic days. There was actually a picture I was going to publish here called, “The Worst Picture of Scarlet I’ve Ever Taken” but it was too bad to publish. We were both out of it yesterday. Her next kiss will be better!
As usual, she made lots of friends at the farm. We went to The Retreat Farm in Brattleboro, Vermont. She said, “Moo!” to every animal, cows and non cows alike, so that’s progress, I suppose.
The two things I loved most about the farm, the baby chicks and the corn sandbox silo, were not on Scarlet’s list of favorites. She was incredibly clingy and cried and whined her way through some of the day. I wasn’t complaining. I love to hold her in my arms. However, I’d love to take her back on a better day. It’s a great place in a cool town.