Leland,  I'm "just up the road a piece" in sunny southern VT.  Either it
isn't as pretty here or I don't write as pretty but it's a darn nice place
to call home.  I live on "the home farm," came home to care for my Dad in
his dotage.  We live on an eighty plus acre former working farm that has
been in the family since, I guess, Revolutionary War times.  The farm is
bisected by US Rt. 5 but other than that it is pretty quiet here.  When I
get up at about 6 AM I look out the bathroom window into the top of a large
Maple tree that was just a sapling when I was a kid.  Now there are usually
birds and occasionally a squirrel or two romping around out there.  When I
was a kid we didn't have that luxury, the ony bathroom was downstairs and
in cold weather you had to hustle down as the hall was unheated and very
COLD.  We get our milk from the farm next door, usually from a cow named
Dorothy.  I am sort of sad as the farmer said he hasn't bred Dorothy back
and he is getting rid of her this summer because she is getting old and
tends to be sickly.  This is the disadvantage of having a personal
relationship with your food.  Ruth



At 8:05 AM -0500 3/21/03, Leland Torrence wrote:
>Cp,
>  Clearly you are the one up early!  Or you haven't gone to bed.  I
>start work at 5:30 am EST, but my office is in the house, so I can enjoy
>the kids by 7:30, before they walk to the bus.  We all share a large
>work/study room with cathedral ceiling and small library off to the
>side, with views of Connecticut farm land all around.  It is grey and
>wet outside, the oaks tilt there gothic heads in wait for the fog to
>dissipate.  The sun and moon rise over West Rock Ridge, where three
>judges hid from the British, and the light is always spiritually
>uplifting.
>What are your surroundings like?
>Best,
>Leland
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