My favorite place in Vermont is the top of the horse pasture. I look down on the farm where I grew up, the old slate roofed farm-house and the barn with its shiny new metal roof, the hay-field, my dad's garden, and on down the valley toward Putney. It's a high, breezy place, so I like it best when I've walked down to it, not up, or when I've just ridden up there on Robin, or when I'm sitting in the shade waiting for the hay-wagon to come so we can--ugh!-start chucking bales.