Tag Archives: my neighborhood
Cooped Up
WARNING: You’re going to have to use your imagination on this one because I didn’t have my camera with me. Over the holidays I’ve been looking after a neighbor’s critters: one dog, two cats, and five hens. I feed them … Continue reading
Live and Learn
Yesterday it snowed. Yesterday was a gray day. The snow was wet and there wasn’t much of it. This morning it sparkled. The snow was both pristine and easy to walk in. What’s not to like? Snow reveals the passage … Continue reading
Maple Red
When February 2014 comes — or, possibly, given February weather, skids — to a close, Travvy will be six years old and I will have lived in this apartment for seven. Outside my west-facing windows all that time have been … Continue reading
November Color
Has this been a spectacular fall for color, or am I just paying closer attention? Friends on the Vineyard and elsewhere in southern New England have been marveling as well, so I know it’s not just me. This morning the … Continue reading
Marijuana Special
Don’t get excited — I haven’t gone to pot. The last time I saw the stuff up close and personal must have been at least 15 years ago. It’s probably been twice as long since I last came close to … Continue reading
Early Fall Color
Inspired by Farmer Tom of Wishetwurra Farm (up the road from me apiece in West Tisbury), I’ve been packing my little point-and-shoot whenever Travvy and I go out. Fall in New England raises expectations high. We’re famous for our fall … Continue reading
Cider Sunday
Leominster, Massachusetts, proclaim the signs on the interstate, is PIONEER PLASTICS CITY and BIRTHPLACE OF JOHNNY APPLESEED. How could anyone not love that juxtaposition? Johnny Appleseed, né John Chapman, didn’t just plant seeds. He started apple-tree nurseries and supervised them … Continue reading
Directions
On our morning walk Travvy and I came to the end of Pine Hill. Across Old County, in the little parking area for the big meadow, was a burgundy sedan. Cars are not exactly rare in this little parking area, … Continue reading
Whacked by an Owl
I got home from writers’ group a little after nine last night. The downstairs outside light was on, but both the deck and the apartment were dark. Getting out of the car, I couldn’t see Travvy but I knew he … Continue reading
Green Green
The unfolding of spring this year has been unusually entrancing, or maybe it’s just that I’ve been more-than-usually entranced. In winter, I packed my little Canon PowerShot on late-afternoon walks when the gathering clouds promised a vivid sunset. These days … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 