As the last vestiges of snow snake between rocks, trying to hide from the warming sun in cool crevices, it feels as if we have the luxury of time before spring is truly upon us. However, there is that one week, usually in April when the temperature rises and the snow finds there is no…
Author: Melissa Perley
Lambing Season
When traveling, we try to take into account the fact that our time is limited and so not to over-plan, letting the breeze blow us from place to place. We’ve learned to quiet the temptation to see as much as possible in ten days, trying instead to learn what we can about the place where…
Six Degrees Of Separation or the Six Handshakes Rule
Paul and I return from a Saturday afternoon walk. The sun is warm on our faces, the stream crashes down the mountain, released from its frozen captor. The snow banks, shoved back by the plow dwindle, sprouting strange snow sculptures, sprinkled with dirt and rising like Northern Stonehenge. Robins flap past each other to mushy…
That Sticky Time Of Year
When we get a winter thaw that lasts longer than a few days, there is a concern that apple trees will bud out, birds and bugs might make an early arrival, bears could wake and lumber down to forage from bird feeders. It can also cause sap to run early. This happened in February; the…
Falling In March
The snow began to fall Wednesday evening. I headed out to tuck animals and stood, watching the wind blow the snow underneath the barn light, diffusing it as if there were a scrim over it. I hurried around, carrying a wayward hen back from the wrong coop, checking and double checking the various latches on…
Town Meeting Day
In Vermont, schools have their winter break at the end of February. The bonus has always been that Tuesday, March 4 is Town Meeting Day so kids have no school on Monday and Tuesday of the week following vacation. Every town in the state used to have Town Meeting: now it is optional, the town…
What Happens When Your Kids Move Out
March is certainly in like a lion. Well over a foot of snow Friday night through Saturday. We woke up to the rattle of the plow, assuring that the mouth of our driveway would be completely blocked. Chickens couldn’t leave coops and my book event was canceled, so we pulled up the flannel sheets for…
The Light Returns
Last weekend I had a rehearsal for a string quartet performance that I’m part of and, as we were finishing and I was folding up music stands, I realized that although it was 5:00, it was still pretty light outside. In Vermont, most of our winter is spent in relative hibernation. Some of this is…
Beautiful Beasts
Winters can be difficult on our animals. Mrs. Chubbers, our head ewe, is getting older. She walks with a slight but persistent limp and has become long in the tooth, making it harder for her to chew. In the darker months I run my hand over her white back, and when I add weight into…
My Grandfather’s Grandfather
One of my cello students wasn’t able to make their lesson today giving me an unexpected hour. Snow has just started falling outside so I am taking the seat next to the wood stove to write. All three dogs are on their sides on the wood floor, happy, as I am, to be near the…
Doorway To Magic
The wind began to blow last night. If it is hard enough that you can hear it pushing against the outside walls, maybe it is trying to get closer to the wood stove. I leaned my head back against the couch and watched the trees swaying in the blue shadow of moonlight. The wind was…
Finding And Losing The Music
We’ve had several snowstorms in the past week, lovely: light snow piling on top of the skating rink that is our driveway, a remnant of the odd January rain. I have been donning my googles to drive the ATV in hopeless, high pursuit of Muir each morning. I learned the hard way that even light…
Welcome Home
We are about to get new neighbors. Our house sits at the end of a dead end road. The land and woods surrounding us is ours. In giving directions to customers coming to the shop in January, we are able to tell them if they run into the snowbank- they’ve gone too far. Here, the…
Pete’s Gone
January in Vermont is a challenging month; the holidays are over. Gone are the colorful lights, businesses covered in red bows and greenery, and egg nog. What comes now are the long days of winter. We are just past a few days of lovely snow chased by a day of solid rain. The oil and…
White Noise
There is a time in the night when you are your most real. Sometimes I find myself caught in a place that is between sleep and wake, where I am conscious of breathing, aware of the fact that I need to turn over to give my left hip a break and where my eyes remain…