Well after out spectacular drive up and after the craft fair and after checking into our sweet hotel and after checking out the grounds, the river, the 'backyard', we decided to walk into town. I thought you'd like to see what the houses look like in the fall - in Woodstock, Vermont. I love looking at houses, don't you?
So just up this sidewalk we went.
White picket fences, lined with pumpkins.
Sweetest houses lined the streets. Everyone doing their part to celebrate fall.
I loved how this house didn't face the sidewalk - and oh that fence! Made me want to run home and buy a bunch of little pumpkins for our fence.
Loved this backyard how it sloaped down.
Right at the 'top' of the street is the church. Just look at the mountains behind.
Love the red door -
We did some meandering in town - in and out of shoppes.
With scenes like these right next to stores.
Another house doing their part to welcome us and make the street pretty.
Of course we went in...
In New England we call this 'peak leaf season'.
And then we meandered our way back to the hotel because it was time to change for dinner at the Woodstock Inn. So after changing we walked back through town.
Here I'm standing inside a gift shoppe that had a porch - this was the view.
This is the famous covered bridge right in the heart of Woodstock. It felt almost like the leaves waited just for us - 'here come that family celebrating fall'
This Inn was just across the street from the covered bridge.
It was hard for me to walk inside when the light was just perfect and the trees seemed to glow.
Quite possibly my favorite picture out of all 101...
We sat in their lobby by a big crackling fire waiting for our table.
And we lingered over a delicious meal.
Not pictured that I'll carry as a memory in my heart was the C O L D walk back through town to our hotel room - and how when we were all in our cozy pjs we were eating dessert I had packed and watching a fun fall Hallmark movie. All together. All in one room. Just the 4 of us. I would work that hard at 'back to school' just for that night.
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