Summer is a sloppy season. In Shakespeare, that’s when characters stumble bewildered into the woods, get drunk, fall in love with the wrong people and generally make a mess of things.The arts kind of follow that pattern here in the formerly frozen.
It’s easy to forget that Vermont, and probably New Hampshire too, once moved at a much slower pace. For some residents, not much moved at all other than time and the seasons.Even in the 1970s and ’80s, people who grew up in the hills on subsistence.