Coffee and I - part 2

part 2

            We’d ridden along Route 100, been cooled by the fragrant edge of Moss Glen Falls, counted our swallows as we climbed and descended the mountain. We were almost there, almost in Waitsfield, where a beloved aunt and uncle lived in the General Wait home.

            Before entering the darling little town, it would greet us: the aroma of roasted coffee. A small business called Green Mountain Coffee Roasters was preparing its coffee beans. Even though I was still too young for coffee, how I loved that aroma!

            I must admit, however, how much more I loved the aroma of Aunty Ruth’s celebrated home made dinner rolls. But that is another story.