My overly friendly, assumptive way of relating to strangers doesn’t always work. I walked into the supermarket yesterday and for the first time I was struck by how efficient grocery stores are at expediting customers. Once again most of the shopping carts were inside the store, yet I knew that the line I’d stand in […]
Last fall, Ginger and I were driving back to her house in Newton, when a large hawk – pale belly with brown markings – swooped down and landed on a branch above us. We passed under him, with mouths agape. I know raptors are coming back to the cities, but this was the first time […]
First Dream IÃm lying in a white cast iron bathtub, the kind with legs, but not claw feet, and IÃm riding around Acton. Or sliding. The tub stops in front of the bank on Main St. and I peer out. I donÃt see anyone, but the sun is up and it feels to be about […]
I’ve bumped into Phil at Idylwilde, at Skip’s, at our breakfast place on Main St. (he calls it the “deliâ€), and at the rookery. On my first rookery walk with Diane two years ago, Phil showed us the beaver dam that created the swamp. Phil told us he walks from his house across the street […]
After braving thin ice this morning to capture the nests in the Heron Rookery in Littleton, I returned home to find this email from Adam: “I forgot to mention the observation that had actually prompted me to call as I passed your house yesterday — how cool the Heron Swamp on Rt. 2 looked, all […]
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View larger image Emma, What I remember is Matt at 4 and Kate at 2 climbing up those little stairs they placed outside the nursery for siblings to see the new little one at St. Joseph Hospital in Nashua. They were so excited and they were so cute, and you were so beautiful. And then […]
Heath Hen Meadow, Acton. Feburary, 2001. View larger image E.D. In Coma In her mind, in bare feet she is walking among April’s first cold pubic violets, still here, heaven haunted her eyes and lips closed: Soon so soon I’ll be a part of all that I now merely see Franz Wright
I post-holed toward the garage in pursuit of more black sunflower seeds to fill my empty bird feeder. I turned and saw the Andrew Wyeth . (Btw, what do you think of this crop, dissenter?) I ran back to get my camera, certain the sun would set in seconds, not hours, and snapped away. But […]