Category: Brant Lake

The Stops Along the Way

They were an elderly couple rocking in the green wicker chairs on the porch of Sunset Mountain Lodge. He wore a khaki wool sweater slightly frayed at the cuffs, patched with leather: the kind of sweater that, after many years, warms its owner from without and also within. She wore a knit woolen hat and…

Time to Fly

I have occasionally pondered who was happier, the swallows who observed their hatchlings leave the garage or the farmer who could restore the bespotted Model T to its prestige antique form. But, one season, on the day of departure the mother barn swallow encountered a dilemma—call it the case of the reluctant baby. At a…