slate valley

The whole town of West Pawlet lies on the edge of a slate mountain. Every roof is slate for miles around. Today is 3.14 pie ,the eve of the ides of March, and our 30th wedding anniversary . A happy day turned sad when our pet goose Oscar was backed over and killed by one of our milk customers. He was blind and too friendly , It was not her fault. I didn't realize how much I liked the cranky old fool until he was gone. Life is fragile .Hug someone you love ,