Running in the Grass

Vermont is incredibly green. This is the view from the top of the hill where Grandma lives.



We walked down the hill and back one hot humid day. Ansel liked to stop and look at the lines made by the heavy rain the night before.




We walked across the field to watch the tractor mowing one of the fields.

Waiting for the tractor to come around again.




Picking raspberries with Aunt Emily.




The grass behind the house is on a slight hill. Ansel was running circles around me on the grass for ages.




We spent our last few days in Boston. Here Ansel is aspiring to grow as tall as his Uncle Ricky. Good luck kid.