It’s the second leg of my sabbatical/retirement transition travels.
Last May my best friend and I planned a fall visit to a sheep farm in Vermont that we support financially.
This being October, we met in Hartford, Connecticut and took off in our plasma yellow pearl Suburu (yes, that’s a color). My best friend’s pilot son calls these small New England states “toy states” (no disrespect meant). Frankly, as my friend and I traversed roads, we were never sure what state we were in.
Our hotel for the first three nights is in Massachusetts. After breakfast at a local favorite, we drove to Vermont for a quiet visit with the sheep at Wing and Prayer farm.
After the peace of being with sheep that filled my head with psalms, we traveled through various small towns, stopping at bookstores, lunching at a diner, visiting our favorite factory store, and enjoying flat whites. However, the main event was the fall vistas.
As we drove home for the night via New York, we called our view “the heavens are declaring the glory of God.” The owner of the sheep farm had apologized for the lackluster fall color, but for me, it was more than enough.
House of Grace 