People sometimes write me and ask me about the name Quarry House. It’s simple, really. When I moved to Vermont, I was contemplating three houses. There was the white house, the yellow house and the one I eventually bought, which was right across from an abandoned slate quarry – the quarry house.

This picture was taken about 5:50AM, from my desk as I did devotions – it’s the sun breaking over the quarry.

Tom