I live in a Vermont town which has very little pavement. Route 14 heads north-south right through the village’s tiny center. In the village, a small amount of pavement fronts the post office, volunteer fire station, and the currently-closed general store. The elementary school has a square in the dooryard, none in the playground or dirt parking lot. Our town is wood, field, and a great deal of water in lakes, ponds, running streams.
The schoolkids took a field trip to Barre, and I met them in the morning, standing beside their one school bus, in a sunny but cold morning, eating apples on cracked asphalt. I laughed.
If you’re a kid, does it matter that your school garden’s footprint is larger than your pavement’s print? Does it matter as adult that you have both winter boots and mud boots? That your horizon is framed by trees and not rooftops?
I tend to think, whether we notice or not, where the soles of our feet walk matters.
Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
– Mary Oliver

Burlington, Vermont
It sounds idyllic!
I think so! – although some of the children might long for a little more pavement, in a variation of the “the grass is always greener elsewhere.” 🙂