One of my favorite Round Hill landmarks is the mountain pasture at the foot of the Blue Ridge mountain along Route 7. On this morning (2005), the ridge turned white with frost along the trees that define it. There is something special about this plot of land with its rolling hills, gentle lines of tree walls and expected farm effects. As I drove by this spot tonight I could see a line of about 25 deer grazing without a care.
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