Sunday January 2, 2011

This is just the beginning. I have long thought that I might someday write my thoughts down if for no other reason than the words sometimes just spin around in my head making me a little crazy. Okay, a little more than my usual crazy.
I live in a small town. No, a really small town. I haven't checked the most recent census but in 2000 there were 339 people in this town other than me. That is approximately 125 households. There are more dogs, cats and cows in this town than people. We have a church, a town office and a school that is now closed. We do have a brick meeting house that is on the Historical Register but we can't afford to keep it up. We have 2 cemeteries, one is full so don't even think about trying to get in and the other, well we are working on an expansion project.
Most of the roads in town are dirt. Never when I was growing up in western MA did I ever think I would live on a dirt road. But I have now for about 31 years. And surprisingly enough dirt gets into your veins. Once you have lived away from the pavement and crowds you don't want to go back. I mean, hey, I'll visit, but live in a house on a less than a quarter acre? Nope, ain't gonna happen.
We own 10 acres of paradise, on a dirt road in a small town in Vermont. And this is the beginning of my story here in the woods.