Thank you to my young friend Kate Spring for sharing this Mary Oliver poem in a recent blog, a blog I encourage you to follow as she is a wise…
Though I do my best to see as much of this amazing world as possible, I know much of it goes unseen, every day. Even an hour in a gray,…
We all have muses, even if not clearly seen or always at hand. Maybe she lurks in the tulip now underground but getting ready for a spring burst. Maybe it…
When the first snow covers the ground deeply, it is clearly a line crossed. That happened this week, as it often does by mid-November, as well as me crossing the…
We are well past “post-peak”—the glorious maples are now bare and in “stick season”—with the colors that remain mostly the now-brown Red Oaks, the glowing yellow of White Birch and…
Act One of peak Fall foliage in Vermont is now nearly over with the Sugar and Red Maples mostly gone. It was a gorgeous year, and I’d say most or…
One of the most prominent and beautiful sights in Montpelier is the gold dome of the Vermont Statehouse. This summer has been a laborious and fascinating process of renovating both…
From the outside, it was “just” a rock. Inside? Split by some huge road machine and left for no one (or anyone who walked by) to appreciate, it became an…
Words like “timeless” fail to capture the sense I have being in one of the many abandoned granite quarries of Central Vermont. The calm water reflects a reality that is…
Swimming in rivers is part of the Vermont experience and the best place to be on a hot summer day—or even a warm fall one as was the case…
Still Learning To See 