Actually did not think I’d have more bat news this soon. But in a reply to a message I’d left in the morning with the national white-nose syndrome coordinator based in Hadley, MA, by afternoon I’d received a great comprehensive reply from a wildlife biologist at the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation. …
bats in the belfry and a kitchen fly through
I had a batly visit a few evenings ago. The dogs had been fed and were out; for a few brief moments all was calm on the home front. …
Autumn Smoke
That was her full name, tiny ball of six-or seven-week old, gray-apricot, half-Persian kitten, christened by my mother one late September afternoon in 1995. …
sweet sour cherries of July
independence day
A rough-edged week, even more than usual, and that’s saying something. Short-houred, as well. More work than hours in the day, more hats than I have heads to put them on. Edges of sorrow, stress; edges of grace….
oh turtle
This is turtle crossing time.
Late yesterday afternoon, southbound on rt. 7 between Stockbridge and Great Barrington. …
June STRAWBERRIES
Need I say more…
Five kilos about to connect with some sugar and strong-brewed Harney Lapsang Suochong to evolve into a divine preserve. That first smoky note on the palate may bring to mind–dare I say it–bacon!!!!
turtle, part trois!
There is something about the word turtle that calls out for French numbers….
the grace of Mary Gauthier
Heard a great Terry Gross interview with Mary Gauthier, singer, songwriter, formerly chef and restaurateur, born and raised in Louisiana.
Gauthier describes her experience after being arrested for drunk driving the opening night of her restaurant in Boston as one of grace:…
summer 2014, first full day
Oh perfection. Someone today asked, why can’t the weather always be this perfect? In my head, I said, because then we’d live in San Diego. And then it would be so, well, you know….