Enveloped The thick morning fog fills the valleys and envelopes the mountains surrounding Peacham, Vermont. When the sun comes up, the fog will burn away, leaving no trace.
Sweet old lady is an oxymoron. It’s one of those myths, probably perpetrated by childhood memories of grandma, a rosy film smoothing over the lumps and bumps. Age makes everyone cranky. Men get grouchy. Women get snarky. Old people are impatient and significantly less… Read More ›