Monthly Archive: May 2015

Local History

Local History

The Old Burying Ground in an Upstate, almost-Vermont, New York village dates from 1769. Nearby is an idle fairgrounds. Official historical signage indicates: “More Revolutionary soldiers are buried here than any other cemetery in...

Tangled Weeds

Garlic mustard, I am led to believe, is an invasive weed. So each spring I walk around Paradise Hill and wherever I see it I yank it from the ground. One weed after another....

Real Estate Listing

A stately old home in a prime location. Formerly used as a funeral parlor. Ready for easy conversion back. Into a single or multi-family home. Smoke detector system. Dry sprinkler system. Both fully installed....

A Grave Error

My old flip phone. Old? Maybe eight years. I went back to it last summer, after going through two or three generations of “smart” phones. I thought I was being smart by reverting to...

Landscape of Dream

Last evening, first rain in weeks. Then last night, a dream about grasses. Hundreds and hundreds of them, ten thousand maybe, glowing in clarity, growing on the front lawn. Growing, growing, growing! I wake...

My Ghosts

“When are you going to do some real writing instead of all this internet stuff?” A good question. I get it a lot from my writer friends. I can’t say I blame them. I...

Into Memory

Do memories, like snapshots, have an age? Do they grow old in that hidden place where memories go when not being remembered? And if they do, how come they don’t show their age when...

A Nursery Story

A Nursery Story

A nice sunny day in early May. The air was redolent with fragrant promises. The sky was blue. I felt like buying a new lilac shrub, so I drove down the mountain to the...

Hay, It’s Spring

Hay, It’s Spring

Once a year or so I buy a bale of hay to use for mulch. Today was the day. I drove over to the hay bale store. A nice woman helped me make my...