JUNE has come to an end. I will be moving into my new apartment in the next few days although I have enjoyed staying with my kids, (the 50-year olds).
I was sitting on the veranda sipping a great Cabernet Sauvignon in the early evening. I heard a noise I had not heard since I was a child or in the movies. It was The Ice Cream Man. As he grew closer, my smile reached a broad grin. I said, “OMG, now I know I’m in Mayberry”
It rains quite a bit here in these parts. The spring showers are running into the summer for now. I love to feel the rain on my face; it is energizing.
As the rain started gently falling, it created a sound as the raindrops hit the Lilac leaves and they swayed ever so gently with the breeze.
I have a new car. Red CRV EX-L Honda with pearl leather, heated seats. I can push a button in the winter and the car will start and turn on the heat, the seats and the defroster for ten minutes. It has all the bells and one or two whistles.
It tells me if I have gone over the line, it keeps me 3-4 car links behind the car while going 65, (I can set it to go less) voice command for text message etc. Google maps, which I need here because the streets are crazily named, and some have no signs at all. Thank God for Google.
It will brake for me if I don’t stop in time. It does everything except wipe my butt and make coffee. “OH” gas is $2.79 a gallon, and registration on this car was $112.00. The tax here 6%.
Each day I’m shocked and thrilled at the same time. But cucumbers are still high at $1.79. I guess you can’t have everything.
I was walking into the cemetery on one of my walks. What a story they told me as I wandered among the dead, which were alive enough to tell me their tale. Just stepping into this unique place was a journey back in time.
There was a headstone about 8 to 10 feet high; it came to a point, but on all four sides, there were the names of men in one family that had given their lives in service of this country from WW 1 to a few years ago. Looking at the gravesites I saw the stories of many newborns whose lives were claimed by whooping cough, measles, diphtheria and typhoid and the all unknowing disease of consumption. What surprised me was the women and babies that died in childbirth. I guess seeing it in print has a sense of reality and deep sadness.
JULY was a big holiday in this little town of Milton. In the middle of this rural area was a HUGE American flag attached to a tall crane, high and bright, it flew over the main road in the town. It was a heartwarming sight.
There was a local parade and the residents waving their little American flags, sitting with their children and grandparents to enjoy the procession of families loving their town. There was a dance troupe of young little girls, fire trucks tooting their horns, old hot rods which came out of hiding for the summer weather, and most of all, a display of big and little tractors.
Several stores closed for a few hours so everyone could watch the parade if they chose to and most did. All in all, it lasted maybe 2 hours. What surprised me was not one piece of trash was left in the street. Not one!! Kia Bunga.
Moving into my new home was fast, emotional and wonderful all at the same time. I have 10 windows in my dwelling, and they all face the woods. It’s wonderful to see the morning sun creep through the deep dense foliage, which filters a golden hew from the leaves, just to wake me up.
So far everyone has welcomed me with open arms. People are people wherever you go. But I think I’m the lucky one.
Now to end my story for this month. I’m all ready to tackle the sights and sounds of my new great state, Vermont.
Remember kindness is an Aphrodisiac!
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