Voices

There must be a doozy of a temperature inversion today, because sounds are carrying forever.  Rascal and I were walking in the south end of the Sugarbush woods when we started hearing the train this morning.  It must be crossing Traver, I thought at first, enjoying the engineer’s whistle.  Now it seems possible the sound… Continue reading Voices

Sparks and Trinkets

Hood up and chin tucked deep into my scarf, one cold recent morning, I heard welding.  Peering out from under the hood and over the scarf, I found myself at one of the vantage points from which it’s possible to see into the site where the new Logan School is under construction.  Sure enough, there… Continue reading Sparks and Trinkets

CSE

     We had a wine-and-cheese get-together with the neighbors last weekend.  Before we set off on the two-house trek to the host house, we prepared a platter of veggie balls and grabbed an unopened bottle of cocktail sauce to serve with them.  As the cocktail sauce hadn’t been opened before, I took the precaution of… Continue reading CSE

Following Tracks

Raising the blind on the window at the top of the stairs this morning revealed a world in soft focus.  Snow continues to cover the ground, as it has most of the winter, and lies on every horizontal surface from rooftops and tree limbs to the ghosts of last summer’s flowers.  More snow had fallen… Continue reading Following Tracks