Nestled in the foothills of the Adirondacks, it’s here where the rhythm of farming meets the bustle of a village.
It was a glorious spring day when I first drove through southern Washington County. Hugging the Battenkill, it was neatly placed to the east of the Hudson River and just west of the Vermont border.
Rich in soil, rich in community, it spoke to me…
The area felt small and quaint; the air was filled with a contented tune running through it. The homes were well-maintained, and the trees looked splendid, bursting with fresh spring foliage.
Carrying the sweet notes of apple blossoms and hyacinths, the breeze was light and airy, weaving its way among the beautiful old homes lining the main street.
The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and a glow of friendliness spread through my heart, enveloping me in a warm, protective cocoon. It was beckoning me, home..
A big tractor was ambling its way through town just ahead of me, causing a slowdown.
But that’s really what I wanted. A slowdown. A reason to linger a little longer on my drive through this place…which kept begging me to stay.
In that moment, I felt a strong sense of belonging, as if it were already my “home”. It was humble and understated, and whispered, ever so softly.
I rolled down my window a little further when I stopped at the red street light. I heard churchbells ringing in the distance as I looked around to see a handful of steeples, everywhere.
Pulling myself out of the trance, yet wanting nothing more than to stay and become a part of this village, I kept going.
Not far from the center of town, the land stretched out in front of me, dotted with cows in fresh green pastures, farmhouses, and barbed-wire fences. The red barns, and old silos are vividly etched in my mind as I think back to that day, standing so stately against the blue sky.
It wasn’t my place, yet, but I knew it would be.
Maybe it was the scent of manure dancing in my nose with every farm field I passed. Or the sweet music of red-winged blackbirds and sparrows dancing in the hedgerows, busily making their nests.
Sometimes the breezes speak to us. We can’t quite understand what they’re saying, but we know it’s important. We need to listen..
This place, along the Battenkill and Hudson River, is special.
Here, we all treasure this rare relationship between 2 worlds: the farm and the village. The two are woven so tightly together that in this place, they feel like one, in a union where there are no boundaries. Each needs the other. Each wants the other.
Both embrace and define the same, a community that is genuine and deeply rooted in tradition and the earth.
We live a quiet life together, as one.
Surrounded by cows and fields, old village homes, and farmhouses. It’s magic.
Whispers dancing in the wind…this place spoke to me.
With love,
Kate
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