Autumn is one of the things my children miss most about our hillside farm. “Take pictures”, my son pleaded the last time I spoke with him from his dorm room in Pennsylvania. So this post is for my college kids, Emily, Anna, and Luke.
It was the perfect day for shearing. The sky was blue and the sun was warm. Even Kai enjoyed the day. Our shearer brought her dog Lyle along, and he and Kai played a game of tag around the truck. Now shiny backs of gray graze in the field.
It’s wool sweater weather in Vermont. Smoke rises from chimney tops. Mist lays in the valleys in the early morning. The dew lies heavy on the grass, and the leaves have burst forth in full color. I finished knitting the long sleeve version of the Vermont Cardigan, just in time. One test knitter told me that she loved her long … Read More
In early spring, a robin built her nest in the holly bush right next to my front steps. There she raised two clutches of eggs-six babies in all. I watched as she diligently cared for them. This was a summer of letting go, for mother robin and for me. As a parent, there are multiple times when you have to let … Read More
It was mid morning at a small town in New York, just over the Vermont border, locals whizzed by on their way to work, grabbing their coffee at the corner shop. We waited in the parking lot for a woman from Oregon named Heather, whom we had never met, driving a truck with a livestock trailer in tow. We, … Read More
