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Every October in Vermont brings its quiet rhythms muddy boots from morning hikes, sleepy markets offering their final bins of squash, and chilly air hinting

It started as an ordinary Tuesday evening, with the golden light of the setting sun spilling across the kitchen counter. I had just bought a

A chilly Sunday afternoon brought an unexpected power outage, leaving our kitchen in semi-darkness. I spotted a well-marbled chuck roast in the fridge and a

A sudden rainstorm had us all cooped up indoors, and I noticed my husband leafing through an old travel magazine, lingering on a picture of

On a crisp autumn afternoon when I was visiting a small apple orchard with my grandchildren. They were darting between the trees, proudly filling their