A brooding quiet has descended upon Ludlow, VT. Like New Orleans after Mardi Gras, a sense of exhaustion permeates the populace. A period of wanton celebration has come to an end.
The Zucchini Fest is over.
This legendary celebration, covering two days of revels, takes place on the town green, covering a broad expanse of nearly one tenth of an acre. Zucchini (large, bread, cake, etc.) of all sorts strut their stuff. We have learned from past years that we can’t bear the excitement, so we did not attend this year, but nonetheless, as I sit here in the Ludlow library I can sense the preternatural quiet following he end of the bacchanal.
Herewith a few pictures of VT that I took as we escaped the excitement, up in the hills. You can get larger images by successively clicking any particular picture. I like the one of the horses especially.
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