Sometimes, Babs Young writes, you just have to stop and take a picture. Coming west on Essex Road one day last week, she captured this glorious sunset. Views like this always make me feel rich. Aren’t you lucky to live here! say visiting friends. No, I think, just very smart.
All over the township odd treasures are hidden in canning jars and Tupperware containers, awaiting discovery by an intrepid tribe of searchers. Finding these secret stashes is fun, but as in so much of life, the search itself is the main prize. It’s called geocaching, and this week Rob the Firefighter accompanied Miss Sadie, the […]
One year a neighbor and I joined a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program at the Wagbo Peace Center in East Jordan, managed by Ryan Romeyn. This is a picture of one week’s bounty in August, 2002. Think about that for a moment. I took a picture of my produce. That’s how fresh and lovely it […]
Babs has outdone herself. She found these magnificent crocuses in a sunny spot, and on the strength of that, she predicts spring. I’m reserving judgment on that. I predict more April. Taxes. Howling.
April, April. One day the sun comes out, snowmelt braids paths to the Bay, and we tell each other the corner has turned. We make a trip to Pine Hill Nursery for seedlings we’ll have to tend indoors for weeks. We leave our coats in the car. The next night it sleets. We curse the […]
When I first started coming to Eastport I met Jane and Salo Suwalsky. “You’ll like my mother,” Jane said when she learned I was a writer. “She’s an illustrator. Her name is Betty Beeby.” That, I thought, is a great name. I went to meet Betty, and began a whole series of adventures.
April 21, 2008
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