At last, summer has set up it's short, utterly sweet camp across Vermont. The first round of wildflowers are spreading blankets of yellow, purple, and tangerine through yards and fields; the woods steep in what can only be described as the cool smell of green; and one very joyful red dog made the most of the verdant legroom on a visit over the weekend. Each day began and ended with a resplendant walk, and was punctuated by abundant breaks for sacking out on patches of grass to doze in the syrupy sunshine. Raised through his puppyhood in the Green Mountain State, Oscar has never forgiven me for moving south when he was 2. Cambridge is far from a concrete jungle, but I can't blame the beast for his preference... there's no place like this home.