On this sunny November morning, before our first expected snow, a few lines from Robert Frost:
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise.
Hello,
I just wanted to tell you that I read every post of yours. I love Vermont, and I especially have fond memories of Hardwick, where my family stayed several years ago now. I find your writing and thoughts to be heartwarming and tender, while simple and complex simultaneously. Hope that makes sense.
Kindly,
Lydia
Thank you so much for writing this! I’m always curious to know who’s reading and blog — and why. I really appreciate the compliment, and I’m glad to hear you have happy memories of Hardwick. Even in gray November, it’s a really fine place.
Stony Soil Vermont 
Hello,
I just wanted to tell you that I read every post of yours. I love Vermont, and I especially have fond memories of Hardwick, where my family stayed several years ago now. I find your writing and thoughts to be heartwarming and tender, while simple and complex simultaneously. Hope that makes sense.
Kindly,
Lydia
Hi Lydia,
Thank you so much for writing this! I’m always curious to know who’s reading and blog — and why. I really appreciate the compliment, and I’m glad to hear you have happy memories of Hardwick. Even in gray November, it’s a really fine place.
Warmly,
Brett