“Vermont” and “school bus” are not terms usually associated with barbecue. But just off I-91 and a short hop from the village of Putney all three converge at Curtis’ Barbecue, the self proclaimed 9th
wonder of the world. I first discovered this Mecca for ribs and chicken serendipitously while looking to gas my pickup about twenty years ago. It had slipped memory until recently when a similar errand took me off the big road at exit 4 and led to a reunion with what felt like an old friend. Unlike most things recollected, it was even better than I remembered.
Not all flowers are lovely. Some are downright ugly. It’s not a matter of aesthetic deficiency, but due
to their poor ecological deportment, their noxious relationship to other flora.
On the banks of the Farmington River a couple days ago I found a lone trout lily with its elliptical freckled leaves and nodding yellow bell of bloom growing among emerging shoots of Japanese knotweed. The large, plum-blushed knotweed leaves seemed sinister, a gang of bullies about to engulf one of the most enchanting and delicate spring wildflowers.