After my previous post, in which I confessed to holding a grudge against some squirrels, you might be surprised to learn that I spent some time last weekend running a trail race called the Squirrelly Six. All I can say is this: I mentally made it a grey squirrel rather than the despised red squirrel … Continue reading Another squirrel story!
Tag: beauty
Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American
In what feels like a previous lifetime, my girlfriends and I would meet in the mountains outside of New Paltz for our annual hike. There were years before the babies came, and even a couple of years after the oldest of the babies were born, when we would simply amble along a path by the … Continue reading Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American
A little autumnal inspiration…
From Louise Erdich: “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to … Continue reading A little autumnal inspiration…
Last weekend – in photos
I think I finally caught my breath...
Riding that train
Last week in our (delayed) haste to soak in the last of Summer 2013, two of my boys and I hopped aboard the scenic Saratoga-North Creek Railroad. Despite the late night I had thoroughly enjoyed the previous evening at a concert at SPAC, we left Albany a little after 9:00 a.m. to catch our train, … Continue reading Riding that train
Meteor shower of love
Last week, I had the brilliant idea to get a beach bonfire permit so we could take in the Perseids Meteor showers, beachside. Like last year, we were shut out of our first choice beach, Newcomb Hollow and "settled" for White Crest. If you're unfamiliar with these Wellfleet ocean beaches, trust me, they're all beautiful. … Continue reading Meteor shower of love
A bridge, a baby and some boys
There's almost nothing like the ocean to punctuate time, especially when you're temporarily living on an island which is inaccessible during high tide. The necessity of planning is as explicit and unavoidable as the tide chart adhered to the fridge with a magnet. When the tide is out there's the shallowest of tidal pools under … Continue reading A bridge, a baby and some boys