Working on a sheep farm for a week, and attending a Vermont Law School Open House. It’s lambing season. First visit to Vermont, and the first state I’ll review as I see it for the first time. I’ve never been here, but my DNA shares coils with bones in cemeteries dating to the 1730s. Almost three hundred years ago, people who ended up contributing to me farmed these valleys. The landscape on I-93 and I-89 was beautiful, spring just plumping red buds and bringing out yellow green leaves. I wonder if we have an affinity to “ancestral” lands? What do you think?