Last week, I cashed in some sky miles and headed east—Vermont, to be exact (that top-left window was my room; I cracked the window to let all that cool, fall air in every night). The reason? Well, autumn in Vermont doesn't need a reason, as it's a "bucket-list" sort of reason for many. Happily, it was the destination for a family gathering with some of my favorite people, who at this point, are as close as family as you can be without being the same blood. Anita was turning 60 and wanted some of her favorite people to crash together for a few magical days, sleeping, laughing AND zip-lining through the unbeatable forests of VT.
We stayed at the wonderful Hill Farm Inn, nestled at the base of the mountains in Sunderland, VT. The setting was picture-perfect: a renovated, white-painted farm house with accompanying red barns directly connected to the property. A small cemetery was eerily and quaintly situated on the north side of the property, and trees so thick and so colorful in the distance, that being there just to stare would have been more than ample use of great time. Oh, did I mention they had lambs wandering about?
I love Anita. So very, very much. And I, like many, have been taken in by her and her amazing husband, Doc, and been held and accepted as family. The way she creates a space... how she brings people together for a meal... her ability to make you feel at ease... all these qualities are rare to find, but you can tell she's been at it for years. Hence the loving ease that emanates from her. I wish you could meet her.
I know what you're thinking: "I really got to go do this!" And you know what? You do. Don't put it off... don't wait for the invite... Plow ahead and plan a trip to Vermont, next year. Mid-October seems to be a safe time to plan. And by all means, consider the Hill Farm Inn. I promise: you'll never want to leave.