My 22 year old son came breathlessly into the house to tell me, on the last sunny day of the season, that there was a goat in our yard. A goat. Uh-huh. And, um… he…
In 2003 our family moved to the mountains of Vermont. We had long lived in the city and had gotten a crush on the idea of country living from many long weekends up here leaf peeping and being tourists. Turns out we knew nothing about living in the country, or what it was like to live in the mountains where the winters are long and the rules were all different ...read more
