(This post is brought to you by the letter M. As in, M for moving, like moving into a new apartment, which is why this is all I have time for.)
In October I went to Greece for two weeks with the Blacksmith. This is what it looked like.
Athens! 
Nafplio!
Poros!
Assos!
Fiskardo!
The 30th annual Cabot sock sale happened this weekend. Every year thousands of people flock to this endearingly Vermont-y event. Proper socks are crucial to getting through a Vermont winter. (As I once observed, we don't have fashion in Vermont; we have preparation.) So I bought maybe a few pairs.
Cabot Hosiery makes some really magnificent socks. The company has been in the Cabot family for three generations, and they make everything right here in Vermont, no outsourcing whatsoever. The loyalty that that generates is hard to exaggerate. Indeed, having 'VT USA' stitched into my socks gives them a little Green Mountain voodoo that makes me feel even warmer. 
1. Zucchini bread.
2. Afternoons in the woods with Oona.
3. Butternut squash soup.
4. Ginger Gold apples from the farmers market.
5. Raglan Road, as sung by Loreena McKennitt.
6. Lavender and vanilla oil, found on Etsy.
7. Birds in Fall by Brad Kessler.
"15. The Da Vinci Code, chapter 4: As a boy, Langdon had fallen down an abandoned well shaft and almost died treading water in the narrow space for hours before being rescued. Since then, he'd suffered a haunting phobia of enclosed spaces - elevators, subways, squash courts.
Other enclosed spaces include toilet cubicles, phone boxes and dog kennels.
14. Angels and Demons, chapter 100: Bernini's Fountain of the Four Rivers glorified the four major rivers of the Old World - The Nile, Ganges, Danube, and Rio Plata.
The Rio de la Plata. Between Argentina and Uruguay. One of the major rivers of the Old World. Apparently."
The rest are here.
I'm amazed that they managed to find twenty sentences that don't include ellipses. Seriously, the man needs to have his ellipsis license revoked. Though I suppose people should be glad that he relies on them so heavily; every time he uses one, he spares the reader whatever words he would have come up with.
I don't have children.
I don't want children.
I'm better suited for dogs, unlikely choices,
and general self-absorption.
Still, when I hear news of a
pregnancy — a neighbor, a friend —
something sad and unnamed
kicks within me
(I close my eyes and let another year pass)
like a half-composed poem I choose
to ignore until I fall asleep.
Today Vermont's same-sex marriage bill came into effect. 
These rainbow-heart signs appeared on storefronts over night (a reference to the Valentine Bandit), along with dozens of hearts chalked on the sidewalks.
