Tag Archives: Travvy
Crow
Crow was hopping along the trail maybe 20 feet in front of us. It tried to lift off and couldn’t. Trav’s Flexi extends that far, but I held him back. He leaned into his harness and panted, not just from … Continue reading
White Tent
Trav and I cross the grounds or playing fields of the West Tisbury School at least once a day and often twice, so of course I noticed when the white tent appeared a few days ago. Tents are not unusual … Continue reading
Pacing Between Planets
Trav and I continue to stroll between the planets. Our most frequent route takes us from Neptune to Uranus and within hailing distance of Saturn before we make a left onto the path that leads toward home. Other days we start … Continue reading
Strolling Between Planets
The stretch of bike path Trav and I walk every day changes with the season, the weather, and the time of day, but the other day we encountered something new behind the Nat’s Farm subdivision. A big, blue, very round … Continue reading
Late May on the Line
Yesterday I asked someone if Memorial Day really was this weekend. It really was, or is, or is soon to be. Spring has been touch-and-go, catch-me-if-you-can this year, but being caught by surprise by Memorial Day weekend is like being … Continue reading
Surprised, as Usual
Spring has been off and on, back and forth, this year, which isn’t all that unusual though everybody thinks it is. What is somewhat unusual is that when I didn’t see the shadbush blooming in the woods at the end … Continue reading
Spring Snow
March didn’t come in like a lion this year. This year March came in like an unobtrusive house guest who never gets underfoot and maybe even helps out in the kitchen. Once she got comfortable, she threw her weight around … Continue reading
Post-Primary Day
On our morning walks, Travvy and I usually head toward the state forest, via Pine Hill, Halcyon Way, or the Dr. Fisher Road. Yesterday we struck out in the opposite direction, across the Island Farms subdivision to State Road and … Continue reading
Trespassing
The off-season is for trespassing. Something like 60 percent of the island’s houses are vacant for 8 or 10 months of the year. There’s no one around to yell at you if you cut through their backyard on the way … Continue reading
Trip to the Cliffs
I knew that two characters in Wolfie, my novel in progress, were going to have a heavy conversation while walking on a beach. I thought the beach was going to be Great Rock Bight. Imagine my surprise when they wound up … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 