However haltingly commerce goes on during a pandemic, the changing of seasons waits for nothing and no one. We ventured outside for a brief walk in the moderate temperatures and glorious sunshine yesterday, The Chef and I and one Goldapeake Retriever called Scout. I’ve always thought of our little hamlet in the Southwest corner of Vermont as scrappy, and have said as much on a number of occasions: There is beauty here in the natural and built environment, but you might say it needs its face washed. I found myself as drawn to the reflections in some of these images as I did to the messaging in them, because in the reflections I saw the beauty that might have been and could yet be.