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The small but steep hill behind our house was teeming with wildflowers in early summer. They spill endlessly down and wave like streamers in the wind, yearning towards the hills.

After a ride on the trail it’s nice to sink down among the flowers and smell the wind blowing over from the mountains.

Pipkin often makes a dash for the tall grass in the evening when it’s time for bed in efforts to escape.

The Rail Trail

The d&h rail trail runs for 40 miles through Vermont. It’s just down the hill behind our house and is canopied by maples and birches. It is kept up very well by the state, and it’s very flat, so it’s perfect for bike riding. I ride to my sister’s house all the time by way of the trail. Usually there’s no one on it, so you can whoop and yell as loud as you want.

Here is what I have been doing lately:

Playing Soccer

Listening to this song (perfect for rail trail rambles)

Writing in my journal

Reading these books:





I especially love the last two, they two of my new favorites.

Writing letters

toasting marshmallows over the stove

working on secret projects

clipping duck wings

eating at bad restaurants

eating ice cream

mowing the huge lawn with a push mower because the riding one broke

picking flowers


Storm King

When I was visiting my brother Peter with my sister Margot and her boyfriend Alex we went to Strom King art center.

They had couches made out of nickles.

This one was my favorite. It was a huge stone wall by Andy Goldsworthy that stretched on for ages and twisted round trees.

That’s all!

An Interview


And now I am pleased to finally be able to answer the requests that have been pouring in from across the globe.

It’s time for an interview with Wendy, the dog and animal.

Question 1: Where exactly did you come from?

Answer: Thank you for this delightful and intriguing query, and let’s delve straight in to really savor this. My ancestor and great-great-grandmother Molly Entendre Moira Louisa Peppercorn-Darling first immigrated to this country in 1902 from Scotland, where she worked as a wrangler of shetland ponies. I was born in 2011 and was soon enveloped in the glorious partnership of Margot Brooks and Alex Eaton and have resided and lived in the green mountain state to this day.

Question 2: Wendy! What a flavorful name. How did you come by it?

Answer: I am named for the brilliant playwright Wendy Wasserstein, whose work and ease with life I adore and aspire to.

Question 3: Neat! Have you anything to say about your large ears and otherwise strange resemblance to the infamous water rat, another animal, when wet?

Answer: Well, all I can say on that score is that I am blessed with an acute sense of hearing and a slender tail. I have never met a water rat.

Well, Wendy you are truly a credit to us all and thank you ever so for this small FAQ, we are all much obliged!

Thank you Jill, my grandmother and devoted friend! I’ll be over for a snack at 5 or so, please have the ducks ready for their chase.   

Summer Cake

This is of course the national dessert of Franistan, famed long for its properties to heal gastro-intestinal disorders and improve eyesight.

Plus they’ve always had problems with raspberry surplus.

Now that my Franistan ambassador duties are fulfilled, let’s move on to the actual point.

It is very hot today, so hot that to wear socks would be suicide. It’s an immeasurable temperature, and in Franistan the sun’s rays are blocked by numerous mountains and large animals and natives wearing pith helmets. It just doesn’t get as hot there. So, to be honest, this dessert is not consumable on a day such as this. I would suggest ice chips with maple syrup in leu of this for a cooling dessert.

But on any other day, it would be magnificent. No, wonderful even!

Here is the recipe:

1 1/2 cups of all purpose flour

1 cup white sugar

4 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 tablespoon cider vinegar

6 tablespoons vegetable oil

1 cup water

1) preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

2) Sift flour, sugar, salt, soda, and cocoa together in an 8×8 ungreased cake pan. (This is pointless but fun) Make three depressions. Pour oil into one well, vinegar into second, and vanilla into the third well. Pour the water over all and stir well with a fork.

3) Bake for 30 to 40 minutes, or until a knife comes out clean. Plop on whipped cream and raspberries.

Matter of Interest: Wacky cake was born from the great depression when people couldn’t afford eggs and such.

My oldest sister Stephanie was married (to Micah) in the beginning of June. It was a very miniature wedding, lacking much fuss, really, which isn’t what they wanted at all. In fact there were only two guests, my brother Peter and his girlfriend Abi. We couldn’t go because it was too far away and also we had to milk.

So, instead of an enormous fancy wedding where nobody has fun and all the money you spent on it goes down the drain, they had a wedding celebration later in June! It was in hay mow of our barn, and mom and I made all the tissue paper flowers. I made all the paper cranes. It was wonderful, and I built a hay couch. It was a pain to sweep out all the extra hay as we had just unloaded a couple of days before, but setting everything up was fun.

Sorry if I sound sleepy, because I am!

I had a physical yesterday and apparently I am in prime condition. I wish they had told me my height.

So anyway, happy wedding to us all!