by George Jacobi I gaze across the late summer Fenton at the glittering schist and garnet-infused wall of the Grist Mill. On the little beach below my feet, last night’s raccoon tracks and a lethargic green frog. Not a dramatic scene, this cozy nook has an evergreen grove, a meadow, a pond, and some local […]
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by George Jacobi Joshua’s Trust doesn’t preserve much meadow acreage (there isn’t much left in CT), so for us, midsummer’s botanical color is enjoyed along sunny open roadsides. And we drive by them, paying scant attention. But summer’s wildflowers sometimes have stories to tell. One of those common colors, according to Peterson’s Field Guide description
Spending August with Anne and Joe Read Post »
When it happened, I couldn’t have been more than 12, but it’s among my most vivid memories of that age. Services had ended in our little stone Episcopalian church and congregants were in the small parking lot, chatting and preparing to drive home. A commotion attracted me and my brother. As a crowd stood around,
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