by Sue Schlabach | Jun 18, 2013 | Artisanal Living, Natural World, Summer, Vermont
“You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.” —Annie Dillard I like to sit in the dark when I can. Let my eyes adjust and see what...
by Sue Schlabach | Jun 5, 2013 | Artisanal Living, Eating and Cooking, Friendship, Natural World, Spring, Summer, Vermont
Saturday, June 1. Nearly 90 degrees. Humidity off the charts. Off to Julie’s pond with a group of friends, a feast, a gaggle of kids. Go through the gate, be sure to latch it. There are cows in this field that takes you to the pond. There is a bull. Walk...
by Sue Schlabach | Jun 3, 2013 | Artisanal Living, Eating and Cooking, Farm Life, Garden, Local Food, Natural World, Spring, Summer, Vermont
The last day of May brought a July-like heat and humidity. We plucked the first fat ripe radishes from the garden and ate them with butter and salt. Delicious. We are making a new asparagus patch, so I raided my parent’s plot while they were away and we sautéed...
by Sue Schlabach | Jun 2, 2013 | Garden, Reading, Spring, Summer
I scored Anna Pavord’s The Curious Gardener at a book sale last week. It was a brand new copy until I got my hands on it. Now it has some dirty fingerprints, and I’ve read all essays about spring and summer months. Come September I will dive back in for...
by Sue Schlabach | Sep 29, 2012 | Autumn, England, Summer, Vermont
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” Humbert Wolfe Autumn has only arrived, in accordance with the calendar. Though leaves have been falling and the air is chill each morning for a...
by Sue Schlabach | Sep 12, 2012 | Natural World, Paris, Summer, Travel
7:30 on a Sunday morning in Paris is mostly quiet. The streets are deserted, but littered with debris left by the revelers of Saturday night. In empty cobbled passageways the flutter of pigeons’ wings passing between the roofs is the only sound to join the...
