by Sue Schlabach | Sep 29, 2019 | In the Studio, Paintings, Summer, Vermont
Memory flashback: June 7. I set up my easel at the corner on Belknap Brook Rd and Dairy Hill in Tunbridge, Vermont. Morning breeze keeps the black flies in check (sort of) and the farmhouse just up the meadow from me is lit in filtered sun. Chervil is blooming along...
by Sue Schlabach | Sep 25, 2019 | Autumn, Vermont
Autumn dusk is hitting its prime. Walking the dog back home I see lights coming up in the village windows. It brings to mind the ones who inhabited these houses before my time. Their benevolent spirits linger throughout this valley and its hilltops in the many...
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 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 | Sep 15, 2017 | Artisanal Living, Creativity, Design, Family, Vermont
There is a little village near here where my family lives. My brother and his wife moved there in 1995, and this small town—with only a couple hundred residents—took them in. My parents bought a house around the corner from my brother in 2004, and also became active...
