The Vermont Way
It was a small event in the overall scheme of things. But small events are what our daily lives are made of. When those events take on special meaning our lives become richer.
Labor Day and the heavy traffic of years past as cars streamed down Weatherhead Hollow Road in Guilford on their way to the Guilford Fair was replaced with silence. A few cars trickled by and I’m sure that “the hollow” missed the echoes of loudspeakers calling for the horse show entrants or for announcers telling the hillside crowd how far the horses had pulled the stone boat.
I was taking an afternoon nap in my hammock when my wife Roberta summoned me to the road in front of our house. It was a windy day and a large tree branch had fallen across the road, only allowing for one car at a time to barely pass.

