While listening to Jay Unger and Molly Mason, drinking a tall glass of VO and ginger ale, tending the wood fire, and settling in from an end of October night that is beating at the door with wind whipped wet leaves, I found myself envious of Jenna at Cold Antler Farm and some of her minions. She writes about her enjoyment of the simple joy of homesteading in Vermont,as well as some of the very things I just listed and I don't begrudge her that, this cusp time to winter needs all the supporters she can get, but I begrudge the innocence of it all... I realized I will never again, if I am lucky, not know the worry that comes with being a parent in this world.
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