Twenty First Century Writing
I have only recently come to understand the allure of gardening and the reward of its cumulative experiences, but I have always admired Verlyn Klinkenborg’s writing (see links at right) about gardens and the parade of the seasons. Today’s essay in the Times brightens further a Sunday morning in July.
Days like today remind us why we endure New England’s long winters. There’s nothing like a morning in which the snow is so white it reflects the bluest sky. Later on it will be warm enough for a walk, but for now, it’s time grab the coffee, pull the chair up to the window, and open the solar panels in our heads. Recharge.
This is one of my favorite spots in Groton, Massachusetts. Whenever the sky is unusual, there are beautiful views from every angle, and when it is windy and bitterly cold, as it was last night, you can take great photos without even getting out of the car. This full moon is purported to be the brightest of the year, but I don’t understand how they can know that, unless it’s just because it is so cold in January that the atmosphere is extra clear.
A tree sculpture exhibit at Fruitlands Museum.
We had family from Homer, Alaska visit recently and the food they say they miss most from the lower 48 is fresh apples. Verlyn Klinkenborg of the Times elaborates on heirloom apples.
Photo: Acton, Massachusetts, September 2009.
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