My granddaughter sat on my lap upon arriving at our Cape Cod vacation house. Belle…
The reason and purpose behind why we find ourselves anywhere at any given time is…
The grass wet with dew. Temperatures in the low 50’s. A waning summer morning in…
The early days of August have merely flirted with temperatures in the low 80’s. The…
The “delightful work” of this past weekend was “grandparenting.” Hotel grandparenting. My husband and I…
The flowers have wilted. Family and friends have returned to their prospective homes. A pleasant…
I had breakfast with the boys this morning. The local boys. Vermont locals. Vermonters. My…
I quietly sit at my Vermont Butternut writing desk early this day. A welcome steady…
The humbling rumble of nature recently occupied the night. Storms settled in over the Vermont…
Walking with a friend on local trails, delightful. We pass through newly cut hay fields…
