A curious offhand comment I heard upon first visiting Hinesburg in 1976 alluded to something called “barn talk,” a time that coincides with the first meeting of my future father-in-law, Howard H. Russell, the patriarchal namesake of the Russell Family Farm.
One Sunday at the conclusion of the 8 o’clock service at Our Lady of Mount Carmel in Charlotte, bright sun flooded the east-facing entrance of the church through the open double doors.
If old enough, the perfunctory annual statement received from the
Social Security Administration dutifully lists one’s work history, dates and employers, from the point one needed to have “working papers.”
The annual town report that hit
mailboxes in mid-February is a bellwether of better things to come.
The end of January might find us
paging through seed catalogs or
deciding what to plant in the garden in 2020.
Thanksgiving weekend gives the nation good pause for the right reason and us a chance to catch our breath with family and friends, or have that last day deer hunting, unless you like to shop on Black Friday or have a favorite craft fair in mind.
Of all things that might be coveted as worthy garden ornaments, my favorite are ordinary flagstones worked from Vermont quarries.