June 24th, 2010
ADDISON COUNTY — Springtime in teacher Jan Davis’ classroom comes with a bang. Her third-grade students at the Monkton Central School year after year count down the days to “Hatch Day,” when their incubated chicken eggs will crack open to reveal tiny chicks.
Hatch Day is the culmination of an embryology unit meant to teach students about the development of cells and eggs.
“It really is a favorite unit of both the kids as well as the other students in the school, because they know chicks are coming,” Davis said. “There’s a real excitement in the air.”
Vermont’s primary election is just two months away. Whichever of the five Democratic gubernatorial candidates wins the primary will face a challenging campaign against Republican Brian Dubie. Dubie can start his general election campaign over the summer, while the Democrats battle each other in the primary. With more than $800,000 already on hand, Dubie should be able to raise $1.5 million. The eventual Democratic nominee will need to catch up to Dubie in fund-raising.
Baseball is just different. A lot of it is the game’s sheer unpredictability, combined with downtime between delivery of pitches that allows for speculation, strategy and — a fan favorite — second-guessing.
Baseball does not resemble the constant flow of lacrosse and hockey, the solo artistry of tennis and golf, or the sheer athleticism of track and field.
MIDDLEBURY — Middlebury College last week received a grant of $137,000 to do thermal energy retrofits on three campus buildings.
The Vermont Clean Energy Development Fund announced the recipients of $1.7 million in grants on June 16. The college was among 14 public-serving institutions — defined as hospitals, colleges, universities and government buildings — in the state to receive a grant. The money comes from federal economic stimulus funds from the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act, and was allocated to the institutions to encourage renewable energy and efficiency.
My husband courted me with freshly picked ripe strawberries. Rising before 5 a.m. to pick 20 pounds of the shiny dark red fruit in the cool of a morning, he’d drive 120 miles to walk in just in time for breakfast. Two things were almost immediately obvious: first, it was time to learn to make jam, and second, I needed to marry this guy.
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Stacks of sandy-colored wooden barrels stood in a corner in a back room at Lincoln Peak Vineyard in New Haven, several sporting deep purple stains, suggestions of the wine that sat aging inside.
Until about eight years ago, said vineyard co-owner Chris Granstrom, this room held the checkout counter for the strawberries that grew on the 12 acres of farmland. Now, on the same land, wide, orderly rows of grape vines stretch back to the treeline.