Fall Comes to Connecticut's Litchfield Hills
Weekenders also have a profound impact on the area. Take Susan Swatzburg, a New York interior designer whose family purchased a onetime stable, which over time she’s transformed into a showplace home. “I sank my toes into the sand and said I was never leaving,” she says. She loves the stability of the area, the craftsmen whose families have been here for generations, the farm stands, the little shops, the opportunity to live where she can see, do, smell, and touch things, including animals. At the Goshen Fair, she says, she’s “in heaven.”Wherever you go in the Litchfield Hills, at times it can be hard to know, unless an accent gives it away, who has been here for generations and who has fallen in love with the land later in life. They live together, and struggle together, to keep this corner of Connecticut a land apart, as if the noise and clamor of the 21st century had pulled up to a gate and stopped right here against the soft hills. It’s never easy, and not everyone wants the gates closed. But there’s probably no better spokesman for that passion for the land than Bill Hopkins of Hopkins Vineyard, whose family has farmed here for generations. His daughters work with him now, and there are grandchildren who profess a tie to the farm. They’ll never sell, he says. “We’ve had this land [since 1787],” he adds. “We ought to be able to hold on to it.”
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