The beauty of a garden can be told by anyone, but the story of a garden resides beneath the fingernails, and in the sore muscles of a few designated laborers…

By the end, it was mostly rain…

Riding home with a cold beverage from the cooler, a passenger possibly and sore bones…

The house become unusually dark …

It's been raining a lot, so much so that Vermont's emerald green now rivals Ireland; at least, that…

She asked me to come by & discuss a gardening job, in case I had any ideas…

It’s been a crazy couple weeks of hodge podge …

We saw the soft-serve symbology: a Cremee graphic hanging next to a car repair shop and pulled in, hot and excited…

Anyone using Google Earth knows that maps are a fluid construct…

The flower explosions of spring come late in the mountains, and some may miss them, for blinking…

"What?' I yell, as the semi pumps his engines, making conversation nearly impossible…

What a glorious time to walk the woods, when only a few things have ventured forth yet, green…

Sometimes I just want to walk, but I don't know where to go…

This week my spirits were lifted by a couple acts of kindness…

The band was "Big Pick" playing at the local bar as usual on a Friday night, but it was still early in the day, so we decided to climb into the town forest, before going for a beer…

The route taken is often a juncture, where trusted maps and impulse collide…

The power of the imagination is great, and is the starting place for mapping a reality, known or unknown…

I'm sure many of us have the experience of our friends & family leaving Vermont in March, while we stick around…

I woke at dawn, and stepping out onto my back porch, took in the quiet…

The sign said "Wilderness Area" as we knew it would, and yet, we continued to gaze down at the impassable stream, hidden by snow, each of us wanting to cross over…