The end of summer in Vermont is conflicted. The gardens are bursting from all the rain and this tardy sunshine. The sun flowers are grinning and bobbing their heads looking like summer herself. They are…
The blackberries are ripe on the bush. Finally the late summer sun has fattened and sweetened them and the sun is glinting off their shiny purply backs beckoning me to find my basket and get…
For eleven days every year we are the same age. The rest of the time my husband can claim he married an older woman. But right now we get to be the same age, because…
I am cold. It is late August, the time we used to think of as the dog days of summer. But it is 57 degrees on this sunny morning in late August and I am…
It was fast becoming one of those summers that got away. And this weekend I decided things had gone far enough. I took Eli to the Vineyard on Friday morning. We got up before the…
This was not the summer I’d planned to have. I fantasied about unscheduled weekends and meandering drives between farmer’s markets. I planned to fill a basket every morning with stuff from the garden and pick…
These rains just keep coming. There are sunny breaks but they are just that, moments when the sun breaks through before the storms blow back and take over the skies, the roads, and our mountains….
