Last weekend, a tick bit me. I did all the wrong things when removing it: bursting its stomach, pulling too fast and leaving its head behind, messing and messing with it until the bite became a wound. I had to send its body to a lab in Rhode Island. They confirmed it was a […]
The sun wakes up later every morning, and so do I. The first tree in our neighborhood forest has handed over its leaves to their autumn color. Town is still crazy with people; their boats look larger than islands when they chug into the harbor. Yesterday a car accident killed a man, and I thought […]
High tide. Ripples farther out to sea turn to waves before they hit the shore. Bees everywhere. Flowers erupt in the breeze, blowing pollen out across the land. Sometimes it takes the jaws of life to open up my heart so I can let in joy, but when the jaws work and I let joy […]
A butterfly with pale lilac wings bounces through air across my local horizon. Tangled webs sway in the porch rails’ corners while their spiders watch. Seed pods detach from their tree, smack me in the face, and land in my hair. Lichen makes its symbiotic journey across rock, bark, and lumbered wood.
Tender magnolia blossoms reach up like young hands to hold, and light takes longer to leak away each night. The farmyard has more hours to fill the neighborhood with its squawks and whinnies and calls. Pale yellow ducks chase away a mallard. A june bug, newly wakened, bounces off the glass. The children next door […]
It doesn’t take too long to figure out there’s no such thing as perfect. The island is a giant radioactive rock. Diseased ticks wait in the grass. Widow makers in the trees clatter and drop during a gusty day in the forest. I drive to work and play significant music. It ushers in the glory […]
Shops and diners reopen for the season, and their prices have gone up – eight bucks for a bowl of sweet potato fries?! Thankfully, some things are still free – ocean smell, breeze, the pink of a cherry tree in full bloom, the sound of laughter from an unseen source, off-tune songs sung at dusk. […]
Lobster boat profiles are nearly lost in the blue glare of the sea under a clear sky. They haul their traps and move on, crossing the path of the island ferry. Buoys claimed on the beach bounce off the trees from which they now hang. I can’t hear their dull knocks over the industrious sounds […]
All I can do is laugh at my environment: ice barely melts before refreezing; grass soaks up sun, only to be blanketed by fresh April snow; rain falls, but turns to snow, and here’s the sun again. All this change, the tug of war between two seasons, seems spastic and confused. It’s not, though. It’s […]
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