Can you imagine anything better than a crisp autumn morning in Mountain City? It's cool enough for a wool sweater and wild rag. The sun is shinning with the promise of a warm day, as you trail just weaned mama cows back to their field before you ship off their babies? The scent of damp sage fills your nose (making me sneeze, so glad for Benadryl!), and birds chirp as you ride along. This is my idea of heaven.
I really like where we are living right now. Lamoille is beautiful year round, but it isn't home. I don't get homesick for Lamoille. I get homesick for Mountain City and Merit Mountain, especially in the fall. Cool mornings, wool sweaters, felt hats, and cotton gloves. Bring on fall!