i sometimes feel it is a bit too conservative for my taste, but i must admit
there is a charm here that is unusual to find. there is kindness and goodness and a small town feel that is a welcomed relief from the hectic rush of the city.

yesterday i went to the local greenhouse to gather some flowers for the front porch. this is a place where such great care is taken for the plants that they pump beautiful music through the speakers specifically for their growth.

while i was walking by the dahlias i accidently bumped my cart into someone.

"im so sorry! i was so taken with the color of these i wasnt paying attention"

"oh no, it was my fault, i was looking at these purple beauties over here. How can one not be distracted in such a pretty place, especially with such lovely music playing?"

"i agree...this happens to be one of my favoirte songs." (moonlight in vermont)

"well then... we must dance."

so we did.

right there in between the dahilias and the purple beauties.
he gently took my hand and placed the other on the small
of my back. he shut his eyes and seemed to be traveling
back to another time.we slowly shuffled and i could tell that
back in the day, he was probably a fabulous dancer.
perfect rhythm. perfect space. perfect gentleness.

the song ended much too soon.
he thanked me, shot me a sparkly wink, and went on his way.

i wanted him to stay.
i wanted him to tell me about his life.
i wanted to know how, after 80 some years of living,
he had such magic swirling about him.
i wanted to tell him that this was the most sweetest dance i ever had.

moonlight in vermont, surrounded by garden delights, and an old gentleman who knocked my socks off....it was a moment indeed.

i love this town.