Well, there it is, in all the glory that living in a goat barn can be. This picture is from last May - it isn't nearly that green here yet. I mean, there is still snow in the shady places. And we have a railing now....and the storage bins are...stored. We were still moving in when we took this picture. I love that it looks so very "Hi we are in the middle of the woods and we are still not exactly sure what we were thinking, but isn't the light nice on our new teeny house?"
Living in Vermont is an experience. It has to be one of the most egalitarian states in the union. It is not uncommon to have poverty snuggled right up against ridiculous wealth. And they both have to negotiate crater-sized ruts in the dirt roads and then replace their struts when they hit one too many...in fact we are currently working on establishing the New England area as the strut-replacement capital of the nation, single-handedly padding the pockets of mechanics and strut-makers everywhere. That's one, right there. See that gizmo? They are unbelievably important when driving on washboarded roads. Who knew that I would learn about struts upon moving to here.
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