Couldn't you just wander around upstate New York forever? Its so different from Vermont where we call home. We live in the mountains and this part of New York is rolling hills. But still, you can see forever, time stops, the air is fresh and clean and on this day a brisk wind was whipping across the meadows reminding us of how baren this will be in another month.
Rich and Tom were cutting firewood on the edge of this meadow. Barb, the boys and I decided to walk up (they walked, I rode in the truck). Rich could have got a second cutting of hay this summer. Conditions were perfect.