by Sue Schlabach | May 2, 2020 | Garden, Spring, Vermont
Everywhere I dig—and I am digging at every chance I get these days—I am finding something buried. And that could be a metaphor for all of us in these days of stay at home orders and isolation. What’s deep inside is sustaining each of us, I’d wager. If we...
by Sue Schlabach | May 24, 2019 | Spring, Vermont
Last night we grabbed bicycles and took a little spin down the road and back. After years of living on mountaintops, we live in a fairly flat valley now. An evening jaunt on a bicycle is a pleasure instead of a distressing, heart-attack-inducing grind. My daughter...
by Sue Schlabach | May 3, 2019 | Ireland, Spring
So much of adulthood is about responsibility and making good impressions. Setting an example. It’s been dreary and rainy day upon day, week upon week. When the sun shines it’s when I’ve needed to keep butt in seat, face to a screen. By this morning I...
by Sue Schlabach | May 1, 2019 | Spring, Vermont
I am at peace with my three trillion freckles. But when I was a child, I lamented them daily. I was dubbed Freckle Face and Shrimp by my classmates (yes, I’m freckled AND short). When my mother suggested that my freckles would disappear if I tried a remedy from an Old...
by Sue Schlabach | Mar 30, 2019 | Spring, Vermont
Early spring is a test of visual deprivations. Scents are coming back on the breezes. The fug in the barn when we leave the house is damp wood, hint of tilth, awakening squirrel den, and thawing woodpile. Daffodils, lilacs and cut grass are at least a month away....
by Sue Schlabach | Jun 14, 2013 | Ireland, Natural World, Spring, Travel
Coming home from Ireland my suitcase was weighed down with bags of rocks and glass. Not Waterford crystal—mind you—but far more precious glass to me: the seaglass we picked up on numerous walks along a little pebble beach called Garretstown, a few miles from our...
