Hi Everyone-
While I’m sure you’re enjoying the great guest bloggers, I thought I would share a photo or two from Vermont. As you can see, it’s just like what you’d find on a postcard. We’re loving it here.
Be back soon!
XOXO,
Scott & Buckaroo
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Wow! The colors are absolutely beautiful! Hope you’re having a great time!
Beautiful! Easy to forget when you live in Phoenix that nature comes in colors other than beige! Can’t wait to see more pix and hear about your trip when you get back. Enjoy!
Well…what can I say - except you SUCK. I’m envious of your trip and wish that I was there - nothing like Vermont in the early fall. Except of course New Hampshire, Southern Maine, Western Massachusetts, Northern Connecticut and the Lakes Region of New York. Have a great time, and take lots of pictures.
J
I’m way behind in my blogs. Wow. I’m glad your back! Wow your in Vermont. Looks beautiful! I’ve been to many states on the East Coast, but haven’t been to Vermont, yet. Hope you two are having a great time!
Just beautiful. I’ve lived in Miami for many years now. But, sometimes I so deeply miss the crisp, earthy air and long strained sunlight of the northeast autumn. There is something very centering about an early fall day. I hope you and Buckaroo are enjoying and re-newing.
OH, SURE!! I find this out when I’m NOT home in Vermont!
Let it be known (shh) that I do much of my blog browsing from work–where Scott-o-rama is blocked–listed as PORN! Other than work, I only get to check blogs on the weekends from Mom’s house (it’s just too damned slow at my house for the time being.) And I compose most posts on Livewriter and post whenever I get a wifi signal on the road.
So what happens? I come here to Virginia for a conference, check my links, and lo and behold, Scotty & Buckaroo are leaving Vermont.
Next time, Scott, email me. You guys can come up and ride our horses. We’re six miles from the Canadian border, and only an hour from Montreal.
Fate can be so unkind. That dirty bitch.
J–