My husband and I moved to Vermont about 23 years ago from the Washington, D.C. area. We tired of the lengthy drive to work everyday and mass humanity everywhere we looked. It became obvious that if we were to “keep up with the Jones next door,” both of us would have to work full time. Our children would be put into daycare at 5 weeks of age along with all of my colleague’s babies. In two year’s time, we would up grade our tiny 600 square foot townhouse to a “single family” home that would stretch us financially and we would purchase two expensive cars to sit in our two car garage. 

As a young girl, my parents owned property on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia. We lived in an old farmhouse in a valley while my father built a house on the mountain. As a girl, I loved the fresh air, dark star lit nights, and the horizon with endless miles. Though I lived my middle school through high school years in the city, my heart remained in the mountains. When my husband expressed discontent in his city job, I felt that pang once again to live in a rural setting. 

Our families graciously allowed us to spread our wings and move north to Vermont. Our first years in Vermont, we lived in a quaint 200 year old cape. Seven years ago, yesterday, we moved into our current farmhouse which is appropriately named Grand View Farm. For the past 23 years I have breathed fresh air, taken in many a star lit night, and gazed upon the endless mountain tops and endless valleys. From my front porch the views are breath taking both morning and night. I praise God for his creation and the farmhouse he has brought us to.

   1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. 3 There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. 4 Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, 5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. 6 It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.