The cushions that went on the lawn furniture have obviously served as maternity wards for various families of squirrels and they must go.
I won’t say I look forward to the blizzards of winter. But I do anticipate them with a certain nonchalance and when I see that first dusting of snow at the top of Mother Myrick, I think, “Hey, go ahead. Bring it on. This is Vermont.”
There’s no App for October
You cannot have enough sunflowers. I believe I find them almost as seductive as Vincent van Gogh did.
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.