Fall has arrived suddenly and dramatically in Vermont, with plunging temperatures and nighttime frosts. This shouldn’t have surprised, me, as this has hardly been a year of subtlety; nothing seems to have happened “just a little” in 2020.
But whether we tumble into it headlong or ease into it gradually, fall is always a season of change. This change is evident in the weather and the leaves, but also in our lifestyles. Children are heading back to school, which this year is a bigger change than usual for most families as they adjust to remote learning or virtual/in-person hybrid arrangements. In my family, fall marks the start of field hockey season – the one athletic activity that has ever gripped my bookish, artsy brood – so four afternoons a week I am shuttling (masked) girls to practices with the town’s youth program or at the middle school. And fall means that our local apple orchard is open again, which adds a weekly errand to pick up fresh apples, cider, and cider doughnuts.
There’s another change at my house this fall: We’ve got a new rooster.
Cluck — er, CLICK — here to continue reading the latest “Faith in Vermont” in this week’s Addison Independent.
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I think the link might be missing?
Sorry about that! The link should be active now.
Your post won’t link! Did you take it down? Surgery tomorrow- sending out a group email in a bit. Hugs C.
Sorry! I posted while exhausted, so it published at 3 AM without the link instead of 3 PM with the link 🙂 Should be active now! I’ll keep an eye out for your email….