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Happy to be . . .
I am happy to be alive. On a crisp autumn day, I revel in the falling leaves, giggle at the frantic squirrels; stop to watch a cardinal flit through some bushes; hold my breath when the deer bounds in front … Continue reading
Posted in Aging, changes, everyday life, Life in Connecticut, nature, New England, storms, weather, wildlife
Tagged Autumn, deer, Freddie the Falling Leaf, squirrels, storms, turkeys
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After Nemo
Today the world is blanketed in white. Yesterday and early this morning, we were buried in slightly more than two feet of snow, thanks to the winter storm, Nemo. All the contours of my yard have been erased. All that … Continue reading
Posted in backyards, everyday life, Life in Connecticut, snow, storms
Tagged blizzards, dogs, snow, snowshoes, storms
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Uprooted
My yard smells like Christmas, the fresh pine smell of cut trees. But this is not the holiday. The normally comforting and cheery aroma comes from a dying tree. During Hurricane Sandy, an eastern White Pine, around fifty feet tall, … Continue reading
Posted in adventures, backyards, everyday life, life, Life in Connecticut, moving, nature, New England, storms, transitions, Uncategorized
Tagged changes in life, fallen trees, moving, storms
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Aftermath: We were lucky
Yesterday we sat inside waiting for the storm to arrive. When I uploaded my post, the wind was just beginning to howl. “Is that all there is?” I hummed, channeling Peggy Lee. “Is that all there is . . “ … Continue reading
Posted in adventures, backyards, everyday life, Life in Connecticut, nature, New England, storms
Tagged damage, Hurricane Sandy, life in New England, storms, trees
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Storm Watch (or dreaming of California in the face of winter)
Winter is coming. Today the skies are gray, the leaves are almost gone, and I am humming “California Dreaming” as I watch the woods outside my kitchen window. The newspapers are predicting the perfect convergence of weather events to create … Continue reading
