Best known as a breath-taking winter destination for skiers, Vermont is also beautiful during the summer. While enjoying a relaxing June weekend in the Green Mountain state, the scenic view of this gracious and comfortable farmhouse caught my eye.
Welcome Home
Photo by L. LeVasseur, 1991
The white, clapboard house stands patiently waiting. From its stone foundation, the hills and meadows of the New England countryside unfold like a verdant patchwork quilt. Golden sunlight streams through its sparkling windows, filling the rooms with a mellow glow. The farmhouse is empty now, but earlier in the day the parlor, kitchen and stairway had echoed with the kind-hearted industry of several aunts and cousins as they made preparations for the newlyweds, who are due to arrive at any moment.
As the sun dips below the horizon and the stars slowly appear above in the deepening lavender twilight, the house is silhouetted against the stark beauty of the mountains, a beacon to the young couple. A shining black “Tin Lizzie” rattles down the lane and stops in the yard. An elegantly dressed man extracts himself from the driver’s seat. He runs around to the passenger side of the open motor car. Doffing his top hat, he extends a hand to his bride. She places her hand in his and alights from the vehicle. The diaphanous folds of her white gown flutter in the evening breeze. Arm-in-arm they climb the steps of the wide front porch. The groom slips a key from his vest pocket and opens the front door. As they step inside, the house welcomes them content in the knowledge that now it has become a home.
Words and Photos by Linda A. LeVasseur 