So many people who live in Vermont came here during some memorable autumn, when the wind blew and gorgeous red and orange leaves fluttered to the ground where they were standing. For a few…
Van Morrison is blasting out of the speakers. It is cold and drizzling outside. The winds have picked up and the sky is darkening but all the candles are lit and the fire is burning…
Hannah came home and together we went to meet the new lamb. We talked to ourselves all the way there. We don’t have to take him. We’d already compromised on a girl when we found…
The decision has been made. Few will be surprised. We are keeping Charlie. We had sort of acclimated ourselves to this idea of fostering. But after calls to several area shepherds we knew that Charlie…
Seventy degrees. Those are two beautiful words. It’s only 27F here right now, but turning on the computer this morning the promise of 70F is blinking out at me.Spring in Vermont is complicated. Forty-degree swings…
Today I sat in sixty-degree sunshine and watched my baby lambs race across the yard with Pippi, our herding Moodle fast at their heels. Charlie and Daisy galloped in big circles on the grass and…
John planned our Sunday. He had an inspiration. He called Peter and Ame, parents of Eli’s pal Will. They have a sheep farm with 80 newborn lambs. Hannah was here for the weekend and she…