I was recently invited by an NPR show to write a love letter, of sorts, to Vermont. Could I imagine anything more fitting or fantastic? Anything I'd rather do on a morning to myself on the day before Valentine's day?
So here is the sun-drenched chair I sat in for the first half of today, about a foot from the wood stove, nursing a head cold and trying to find the perfect 400 words to describe why I'm in love (and hopelessly entangled) with this place where I was born and have returned to live.
Intimidating and difficult and heart-racingly impossible.