When a person first moves from the city to the country, no matter how long the dream has been conjured, there is still a certain amount of transition shock. This goes both ways of course….
I married a man who was steady, responsible and solid. He loves with a quiet loyalty and patience that humbles. That same man married an almost unstable woman whose emotional viability fluctuates a bit over…
Cliffy was a carpenter whom I’d found at the local hardware store. I’d taken to hanging out there in hopes of finding someone who could fix our doors so that they opened when one was…
The Girl’s Houseby Ellen QuestelSandgate Vermont After you live in the country for a while you start wanting things. It is no different from living in the city. You want things there too, mostly new…
My 22 year old son came breathlessly into the house to tell me, on the last sunny day of the season, that there was a goat in our yard. A goat. Uh-huh. And, um… he…
When I was a little girl I read Heidi, and imagined myself a mountain girl eating cheese with a hunk of good bread and a glass of creamy milk from the goats. Then I grew…
It was a glorious autumn. October is officially closed. But boy it was a good one. The color came amidst late sunshine and stayed and stayed. Each weekend grew more glorious as the red and…
