I live in one of Vermont’s most populated county’s smallest towns on top of a hill where there was once a flourishing orchard. Orchard Hill is right next door to the elementary school that one hundred years ago was the town’s high school. Between my house and the school is a sliver of forest maybe 30 yards wide. The view from my back porch is of a deep green meadow, rolling hills beyond. In the evenings I sit here sipping a glass of wine listening to the birds settle down and the neighbor’s chickens roost for the evening...

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