We woke up this morning and bounced. Memorial Day weekend in Vermont means one thing to us: planting. For weeks we have lugged vegetable flats back and forth from outside sun to the garage for protection from the nightime cold. A sudden frost alert means that when I am done tucking animals for the night,…
Month: May 2023
“Life Is No Brief Candle To Me”
The leaves are unfurled. The view from our kitchen window is green. Living in the woods means that we essentially live in a tree house: everywhere we look there are either leaves or tree trunks. In the summer months it means that the house is darker, but I would not trade this feeling of solidarity…
In This Moment
It has been raining, daily, for about three weeks. Paul and I feel that a little of Scotland flew home with us. The rain finally broke this weekend and Saturday morning we awakened to sunshine. The sudden dry spell coupled with the turning of the calendar page to May made us feel ambitious about spring…