On a surprisingly warm fall weekend not too long ago I had the luck to make it up to Vermont with the husband and my mother for a weekend with my aunt and cousins. Even more luckily, one pair of said cousins took us with them to their friends' farm to go apple picking and pet some very vocal sheep. The farm is private, they only sell their apples to nearby markets and New Yorkers looking for "local" fruit at their supermarkets, so we had the space all to ourselves. It was a gorgeous day, and their beautiful property made me ache a little bit for a wide open space of my own. Maybe someday, but returning the city still gives me an entirely different feeling of joy. If the day ever comes when that joy isn't rekindled upon my return I think I'll know that it's time to seek some verdant pastures of my own.
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