The Wormlips Scrapbook

It was with surprising sadness that I prepared to bid farewell to Vermont, a sorrow ameliorated by the presence of Molly as I said goodbye first to Charity and Dan…

… and then to Lauren and Amy and Mow and Victor and Mary. We drove one last time past my pond, and just for fun I decided to prove to Molly that the road really is solid ice, giving her a nice little sideways adventure before we reached blacktop.

And I don’t know if you remember the waterfall I showed you a few months ago, which I drive by on the way to town, but this is what it looks like now.

It took us almost seven hours to get through seven states, with only brief stops enroute: once for gas and coffee, once because I saw a road called Cedar Swamp Road that called me, much to Molly’s dismay…

… and finally a detour through downtown Wilmington and through the neighborhood I grew up in, whose roads are now slick with ice and snow from the blizzard two days ago. As we drove up to Mom’s house we saw that Eleni, Stella and Maw herself were standing at the glass door awaiting us as we slid up the driveway.