More striking even than their appearance is the song they sing. Male Bobolinks warble a long, bubbly song. A song so inspiring it caught the ear of Emily Dickinson, who called the bobolink “the rowdy of the meadow.”
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The petals of this little flower are a kind of deep red, almost oxblood in color and they can’t be confused with anything else you see on the ground.
Nordic skaters wear regular cross-country ski boots with special bindings and blades designed for speed, gliding distance and stability on ungroomed natural or “wild” ice.
Antique bricks represent a small part of human civilization. And Patrick Branley searches demolition sites throughout Vermont and most of New England to find them.
For a child who may have trouble walking, or cannot stay focused, or has difficulty communicating with people, the mere fact of being safely perched high on the back of a horse can be transformative.
Every year, Londonderry loggers Jock Harvey and Philip Miller gather sap and make maple syrup together. Philip brings his family along for quality control; son Daigh has become an accomplished syrup tester.
There are 3,000 moose in the Vermont forests, and while they may look ungainly, they are the unchallenged apex animals of the woods.
I suspect that this attitude has a lot more to do with Vermont than it does me. It is that old New England spirit of frugality—not charity—at work.
In Fall, there is always the question: when is the color at its peak? The answer is: today! Only when the leaves are falling down on us in a warm fall breeze, after a rain the night before, is the answer yesterday