Return to Butternut Hill

Saturday morning goddess fruitplate.
Mary's birthday dinner at the Wilburton Inn.
Jack-Kay, Queen of the Flea Market.
We gathered at Camp Butternut, Wells, Vermont this past weekend. The original Butternutters, Marg, Mary, Nora, and Lynnie ( by order of age) are still ready to eat, yak, and shop. Friday night we celebrated Mary's birthday with dinner at the Wilburton Inn , a strange but beautiful old inn in Manchester, Vt. owned and operated by an eccentric Greek physchiatrist. He insisted on taking our photo and its not a particularly good one, but there we all are, together at last.

Saturday we shopped from Dorset to Manchester. Our first stop was Wessner's Flea Market where my sister-in-law Jackie reigns supreme. Later we had lunch at Al Duccis, and then our big decision involved what we would do for dinner. After much discussion we bought olives, chiabatta, eggplant &mozzeralla stacks, white bean salad, farro salad, bowties with basil and cheese, goat cheese brie, goat cheese &herbs, tomatoes, gazbacho, two pints of ice cream and HRH the Prince of Wales cookies. We hoped this would be enough.

Sunday we did yoga and walked by Lake St. Catherine. Had a few leftovers and did a standing lunch before packing up. Time flies. Butternuts Rule!