Spring had arrived two days prior to our drive to visit Meghann in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom. We found little evidence of the change of seasons except perhaps thermometer readings that were climbing to the upper 20’s along with lingering light at the end of the day.
Snow fell for most of Saturday, adding to the 3-foot depths still on the ground. Much of the weekend was spent comfortably near the wood stove, reading, chatting, playing Scrabble, and sharing good food with Meghann and her Northwoods Stewardship Center colleagues.
Whenever we visit I find myself drawn to the textures of Meghann’s surroundings. There is a feeling that’s hard to describe in this place that is so intricately connected with the forests that surround it.
Many of the Northwoods staff carry pack baskets that they made themselves from black ash. Marion and I have been encouraging them to schedule a class so that we can come and make our own.
Moosehide mukluks remain an effective barrier to the winter’s snow and sub-zero temperatures.
Wood glows warmly throughout.
Under the eaves of the woodshop, a working sled hangs, ready to haul.