Crimson and Clover

Skiing in the mountains is such a treat! Smuggler's Notch, VT

My man and I stayed in a little mountain cabin for a couple of days in Vermont. It was a perfect little hideaway, with pretty non-existent internet access, which was mostly a good thing.

He's a waaaayyyyy better skier than I am, and I'm self-conscious about that. I wish I was better. But growing up in the Midwest in the family that I did, and marrying the man I married, well, it just hasn't worked out that way. At least not up to this point.

Which didn't really matter all that much to either one of us: I kept telling him he could go off and ski harder stuff, and he kept deciding to stay by my side. I told him not to watch me when I was having trouble with a run that was too difficult right out of the gates; I got over myself soon after that and just laughed when I was in over my head.

This is one of the old school tunes we heard while cohabitating in Vermont:

Oh
Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

And it seems fitting somehow, especially with the way we got going - meeting at a wedding nearly 7 years ago now, and falling in love over the phone and email the last time he lived in New England and I lived here in Wisco:

Ah
I wish she'd come walking over
Now I've been waiting to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

So glad I did come walking over, at the groom's behest, all those years ago:

Yes (da-da, da-da, da-da)
My my, such a sweet thing (da-da, da-da, da-da)
I want to do everything (da-da, da-da, da-da)
What a beautiful feeling (da-da, da-da, da-da)
Crimson and clover (da-da, da-da, da-da)
Over and over

Yesiree: I want to do everything. Over and over. With him.

What a beautiful feeling indeed!

Crimson and clover, over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over
Crimson and clover, over and over