Great Regulars: Though I've lived in north central Vermont

for over 20 years, I've only recently come to appreciate how the summers, even more than the winters, shape us here. There are fewer than 90 days between the last spring and first fall frost. I've seen snow in every summer month. Today it's 50 degrees, and I'm wearing a sweater and warm socks as I write this. But "Chives" isn't a weather report. It's a celebration of the bright surprise of summer, sharpened by the arrival of summer neighbors who wake us to it. Really, "Chives" could be reduced to a little bunch of exclamation points!

from The Washington Post: Poet's Choice: 'Chives' by Jody Gladding

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