Climate change is so evident to all in new England that it is almost rite to discuss it these days. This winter — although plenty chilly throughout December and January — didn’t “heat up” until Valentine’s Day.
Since then, we’ve had at least five major storms with the last two in April. Not normal, or is it now?
Big storms in April due a lot of damage, mostly because of warmer temperatures. Run off from the mountain snow melt combined with any additional moisture add up to a MESS.
Exhibit A — Gleason Falls Bridge washout in Hillsboro, NH
We had an unexpectedly interesting day yesterday. Our friend Anne was presenting a workshop in Manchester, so we decided to meet her at Shaskeen (an Irish pub) on Elm mid-afternoon. She ran late, so we sipped stout and Guiness while doing our saved-up Sunday crossword puzzles. About an hour later she showed up, and while we visited, Dennis Kucinich supporters started rolling in and moving to the back room. We decided to hang out to hear him. Hopeless campaign perhaps, but he may be the only honest, not hampered by contribution “strings” one in the bunch. He was delayed by other events, natch, so we waited and chatted, got interviewed by students from Durham, Franklin Pierce, and Keene, as well as the Nashua Telegraph, and… Continue reading
I thought last week was a bit unusual — and gorgeous — but this is silly. More snow today and tomorrow.
I’ve lost sense of what time of year it is. Despite swapping fall/winter for spring/summer clothes in my closet, and sorting three households worth (Roger’s, Mary’s and mine) of collected vegetable, flower, and herb seeds last weekend, I can’t say it feels like the season has sprung.
However, there is real beauty in these late reminders of winter. Actually, the fact that they have come so late — when the temperatures are more moderate — may account for why they are so heavy and reminders of childhood storms and much coveted “snow” days in… Continue reading
One of the best benefits of my new work from home, live in Hillsboro life is that I can take a mid-day walk every day if I choose…or, more accurately, fit it in.
I must admit that my time management skills often elude me and I find that it’s gotten too late or I feel too guilty that I haven’t accomplished enough in my work day to justify the break. Yet, I know (and everyone who knows me well knows) that I must have my daily walk to be my best and to keep my world in perspective.
So, a lot of days (I want to claim most) I head out the door with one of the pups (occasionally with Roger and possibly all three pups) for a 3.7 or… Continue reading
This past spring my mother sold her house on Lake Winnipesauke in Tuftonboro, NH. The time had come since the upkeep and its expense had become too much for her. She was lucky that the market was still strong and she made a good deal.
Even though I understood why it was necessary, it was devastating — like all losses — to see it go.
Not only was it a lovely spot, right on the water in a quiet cove with a sunset view, but it had seemingly been the one thing that had remained constant from my childhood through my early adulthood to mid-life. I’d visited every summer for 35 years.
Death of relatives, marriage… Continue reading
My Network Profiles