But I get hyperstimulated in cities, jumpy and underslept. I was ready to get home to open space, babies, dogs, the scent of pines in my backyard. Healthy-looking birds.
The Dogtor had the perfect city antidote planned for the afternoon I arrived home from the book tour: a walk around Lake Shaftsbury. Then we hit Merck Forest on Saturday, where we watched sheared sheep bleat their complaints, piglets nip each other, and pullets scatter about a stall. And we ate pancakes for lunch again, because all Vermonters are obsessed with ways to consume maple syrup this time of year.
I like the city, but I am undoubtedly a country mouse. I order my coffee too slow; I don't like crowds, and I get lost easily.