Like anywhere else, Vermont has its share of injustices, but also a steady practicality. People generally lend a hand in need, to friend or stranger.
This afternoon, the girls and I took a teenage friend on a steep walk. Why? she inquired.
Because it’s fun, I answered.
On a day like today, full of sunlight, the grass beginning to green even in March, with no bugs and no ice, what a joy to be human, and not a machine.
We are born with some things in our veins…
Virginia Reeves, Work Like Any Other