We arrived in Woodstock around mid-day on a Saturday, after having just driven down the hill from the gorgeous Sleepy Hollow Farm and while I had seen some pretty cute photos of the town, nothing could have prepared me for how much I loved it. We drove in down the main street, found a parking space at the far end of town and then wandered back the way we came in, heading back to a small stream we had noticed and then meandering through the amazing colonial houses lining the main street and finally through the little town itself, complete with a village butcher and tiny little market, as well as shops and restaurants scattered throughout the few blocks of the main town area.
The leaves were falling, covering the front stoops of colonial houses, the foliage changing colors almost in front of our eyes and the rain falling lightly, as we wandered through Woodstock, the most beautiful town in New England. I remarked to Nick as we walked the beautiful streets, “maybe we should retire here, buy a little colonial, fix it up and wander into town on beautiful days.” I meant it honestly – Woodstock stole my heart and it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. If in Vermont, don’t miss this beauty of a town!