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The night was star-filled and cold, the day, above thirty, with a light, what Vermonters call, sugar snow falling. The flakes are large and fluffy and it drifts down, melting almost as quick as it comes. … read more →

In the weathered barn of the Johnson store, beneath the rack of our fleece and flannel Stadium Blankets, is a runner-sled, a thing of the past, leaning against a pale, short table. Few people commen … read more →

"Flannels are red and flannels are blue, they come in different plaids and solid colors too, but I need a gift, and I don’t know what to do…."The day of hearts, and would you be mine? cards is upon us, a … read more →

By February, Lake Champlain is largely frozen over, the ice and layers of snow glisten in the sunshine even under blistery temperatures. However, by Burlington’s Waterfront Park, the ice and snow have be … read more →

A friend once told me, that the great thing about flannel is that you can take it anywhere. You can take it, high up the rocky trail of a mountain ridge as you hit the alpine line and the coolness of the … read more →

The stockings have been hung and the house is covered in the mayhem of last minute holiday wrapping and the frustration involved with tape with subpar teeth. The radio says that across the country this y … read more →