Small towns rock, part 72

So we came back to Vermont on Sunday night, after having been out of town for six days.

Monday morning, the phone rings. It is a neighbor who saw our car was back in our "driveway." "How was the trip? Feel free to come by on Christmas Day if you are around", etc., etc.

At lunch I went up to Marty's (a gas station/grocery store in Danville) and saw another neighbor. He said, "It has been pretty slow over at your place lately, eh?" Translation: where the heck have you guys been all week?

Then today another neighbor came over unannounced with this awesome homemade cranberry-almond coffee cake, just to visit with us and the baby, and to be neighborly.

People have been so nice to us here, even though we aren't from around here, we haven't live here all our lives, we are organic vegetable farmers (as opposed to non-organic dairy farmers, which is the norm up here), and in some ways we don't exactly fit in. But people are willing to take us as we are, and to be nice to us all the same. It kind of inspires a guy to go out and be nice to the next person, just to keep the good vibe chain going.