When I think about all the experiences and memories I have had with nature, they all revolve around the land where I live. Memories of picking hundreds of dandelions in our hay fields, endless hours in our sugar-woods exploring while firewood was being cut, and long walks in the spring looking for Mayflowers and wild violets while listening to the tumult of noisy gray and red squirrels. Any of these things could be done anywhere, but I treasure them because I can do them all on the land where I live. Many people from small towns in Vermont say they want to leave as soon as they can, yearning for something this little state can’t give them. This is something that has always been incomprehensible to me. Every moment that I have spent here has embedded itself in my head and heart. This is my perfect place. I have found my just right. 

As I get older, I have gained a deeper appreciation for my small town. It has so much to give. Dandelions spread happiness and firewood keeps our home warm in the chilly months. The sugarwoods are a particularly special place in Vermont. This forest of sugar maple trees behind my house is not only beautiful, but it gives us one of nature’s greatest gifts, maple syrup. Without these trees, I would not get to experience the satisfaction that comes every time I taste the fresh liquid gold or the countless hours I have spent with my family, creating memories in our sugarhouse. I love my home, and every moment spent there is a constant reminder of how blessed I am to live where I do. I am a Vermont person through and through and would not pick any other way to live.