One of the biggest obstacles to Janet and I moving to Portugal is, well, Vermont itself. We both love it here, and as much as I gripe about living in the cabin throughout the winter, it's still a pretty sweet life. I'm very blessed.
And the best moments are usually the quietest ones. Here we are on the front porch, enjoying the apple blossoms, and enjoying a pre-Whammy Bar (more on that soon) drink on porch on another slow Friday evening in the wilderness.
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