“There is a veil over this town and this Island.” That is how a friend described the loss of Pat Gregory. I asked if I could use her quote. It seemed a perfect description. Skipper Manter made the announcement at the beginning of the Public Safety Building open house on Saturday afternoon. It has dominated […]
I am enchanted by the daily changes that are a hallmark of the spring season. I keep driving past Harriet Bernstein’s house waiting for her enormous cherry trees to burst into bloom; they must cover a hundred feet across the front of her property and make a spectacular show.
There are four baby goats at Flat Point Farm, born over the past two weekends. Emily Fischer was full of news when I saw her the other evening. This year’s lambs are growing and a studio is going up on the property for Emily’s goat milk soap-making business and for her mother, Christa’s, felting projects. […]
It feels impossible to be writing May 1 already. Didn’t April just start? The wind has been so cold I was wearing my down jacket working outside on Sunday. Still, it’s been a week of magnolias resplendent. And forsythia. Our Island spring may be chilly, but it is still beautiful and so very welcome. Peas […]
It has been sunny and beautiful all week. A bit chilly with the wind, but nice. Energizing to be outside. A good thing, as outside chores abound. Mike and I were talking over breakfast Sunday morning about all the trim needing painting, seedlings to get into the ground, unplanted shrubs wintered over from last year […]
As I write this I am feeling absolutely jaunty. Mike and I have finished and mailed in our taxes two days ahead of the April 15 deadline. A first for us. We are usually struggling sleepily into the night of April 14, papers everywhere across our dining room table, wondering where some critical piece of […]
Nature is pretty miraculous. After the past winter that seemed so long, cold, snowy, icy, long, my first blooming daffodils opened up this morning, right on schedule. Mike, the dogs, and I were driving home from our walk and saw bright yellow daffodils blooming along the south-facing wall of Linda Alley’s house, so I went […]
I have to admit a nostalgia for the old station with Chief George Manter’s acid green entryway and its view of the pond, the smallness of the station and the town’s troubles, a different time.
Maddie will study music. Luke will become an ER doctor. Charlie a fireman. Nick, we don’t know yet. All want to return to the department, to “give back” to their, and our, community. Another former junior, Alex Dorr, is studying Fire Science at Southern Connecticut State University. He, too, hopes to come back to town. This says a lot about the Fire Department… and the sense all these young folks have about our community.
Sprigs of forsythia are blooming in vases around my house, bringing spring inside earlier than it appears on these still gray, cold mornings. The wind whips through the dogs’ fur on our walks. For us, layers of sweaters, coats, gloves, and hats remain the norm. The cornus mas is putting on quite a show in […]