(My middle son bravely scaled the windmill with camera in hand to take these photographs while I kept my feet firmly attached to the ground)
The mountains of Vermont, far off in the distance.
A bird's-eye view of the garden. I am so very grateful to my mom for all the help she's given me with weeding, mulching and composting over the past few weeks. It is a huge relief to head into winter knowing that the garden has been put to bed before the snow falls. (We are still working on mulching all the fallen leaves, but hope to be done this week)