Misty Mornings in Vermont
Waking up in Vermont does feel somewhat surreal.
Almost as though you haven’t quite finished dreaming, instead you’re just stepping into a new one.
With the luminous leaves falling like dancing raindrops, light peeking through the branches, and on this particular morning – a thick blanket of cool mist wrapped around the house.
Welcome, to life in Vermont.
Technically I’m skipping ahead a bit here, I just couldn’t resist sharing before the weekend!
We rented a red painted farmhouse for our stay, delighting in its old school American charm.
Complete with porch for rocking on.
With no-one for miles around and lost in a cocoon of fog, the thick silence was quite spellbinding.
Only the occasional rustle of leaves or hoot from an owl staying up late to break the quiet.
We poured ourselves big mugs of strong tea and went out for a stroll in the mist.
There’s something quite remarkable about going for a walk in fog, particularly somewhere you’ve never been before.
It requires a good dollop of faith. Faith that the road will keep going, that it’s leading you somewhere interesting, that you’ll be able to find your way home again.
Seems a pretty good metaphor for life in general, in fact!
With a few boulders to overcome, naturally.
You know what they say… girls just wanna have fern.
Dressed in The New Equestrian range from Tory Burch.
Convertible boots (more on these later!)
Extra long jeans // Inez sweater
The mist brought with it a fine layer of wet glitter, which it sprinkled more liberally than my mother over everything at Christmas. Which is saying something.
Every time the wind whistled through our tracks, we stopped to try and catch a piece of luck falling from the branches.
In fact I consider myself pretty lucky to be a Tory Burch ambassador, which is how I know about these boots.
Prepare yourself for these.
Pop the poppers, glide the zip, step out and you have yourself a whole new pair of boots.
Two for one!
Quite frankly the nicest Chelsea boots I’ve ever owned.
Rugged yet refined, comfy, not a drop of moisture slipped through, despite our adventures. (They also come in heels.)
This bag is also something of a dark horse.
The middle piece slips out to become a clutch, for when you need to spruce your look up a little.
Eager to drink in more of the exceptional morning, we opted for breakfast al-fresco.
Piling up the picnic table in the garden with all of our breakfast favourites.
Hey, when Mother Nature puts on a show you’ve just got to grab a cuppa and make the most of it!
Warm apple cider doughnuts, dusted in cinnamon sugar.
Can’t you just smell them from here?!
Pancakes with local maple syrup.
Hot coffee, jams, boiled eggs and tough crusted bread.
Despite only taking a few moments to set the table up (team work makes the dream work) it felt like our very own Hogwarts banquet in the great hall, beneath the changing skies.
Sadly no replenishing plates on this occasion however!
To stay true to the theme, the mists quickly turned my locks into something Hagrid would be proud of.
Much to Hermione’s amusement.
Once the mist cleared it was back to business as usual.
Stomping through gold tinged landscapes, exploring and making a few friends along the way.
I would carry on, but I’m feeling a little horse.
So I’ll save the rest for Monday.
Why not treat yourself to an Autumn picnic this weekend?
previous post | next post