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We were invited, while on our trip, to eat a meal with the Peck Family- a very Vermont meal, with all kinds of wonderful and delicious foods grown in their garden and raised with their hands. We get to have some of the Peck kids come and work on staff, and it's great to have them...we knew when they left this summer that we would see them in October, so it made their leaving less bothersome. My chickens love this family, all the kids who play with them, and all of the older kids who humor their attentions.

I was looking forward to a delicious meal and good conversation, and I got both. We watched a football game and enjoyed the company.

The Peck kids are great with the camera! Three of theirs and three of mine...there are eight Peck children, so this is a small sample.

I never got a picture of shaggy-headed Nathanael, or of Mr. Peck, but they were there in full affect.

Jack slept through most of the visit, but it was a highlight of our time in Vermont, nonetheless. Or maybe because he slept. He's very sweet when he's asleep.


Annie said…
He's sweet awake, too, when he's "Happy Jack."
MomZup said…
Happy Jack should have come to Vermont! We would have loved to see him. . .
sarah said…
"Momma, I happy. I happy."

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