And, then, there were the butterflies. Monarchs, precisely.
For all the important services our region offers
When it comes to apples I am, in one regard, not just a bit excessive but downright strange.
One wonders just how much agriculture of any sort there would be in Vermont without dairy farming.
I have never been able to brainwash myself into believing that I was playing and having fun while pulling weeds.
The first time an editor told me to “fax in your piece,” I thought he was saying “facts,” and I didn’t know whether or not to be insulted.
If you don’t know firewood, woodstoves and fireplaces … well then you haven’t really lived the Vermont life no matter how long you have been here.
The greatest myth of which I have been disabused is that there are no nasty bugs in Vermont.
I’d much rather talk about mechanics.
The phones did not have to have their diapers changed or be disciplined for running in the house. But they did seem to need more or less constant attention.