Posted in Boston, Massachusetts, Nature, Weather, Winter

The Devil in the Wind

They call them nor’easters up here: howling, maniacal weather that blows down small trees, power lines and any other object stupid enough to be built in its way. They don’t respect the calendar. Nor’easters clobber Boston with rain or snow and leave a trail of havoc behind.

I drew up the shade in my bedroom this morning and, at first, could see nothing except more snow on the ground. Where was the storm? Then I looked again. The street looked hazy somehow, as if a fog had descended. Then I noticed the snow, blowing sideways so hard that I could barely see it. Well, okay then. Here’s our storm. It’s the devil in the clouds and in the wind. It’s dark out by now and I haven’t opened an outside door all day. Schools have been canceled for today and for tomorrow. Tomorrow’s high? 7 degrees Fahrenheit.

Posted in Food, House, Just Bitching, Kitchen, Seasons, Summer

Everything But the Kitchen Sink

Actually, the sink is here, standing in a huge box on our front porch. The faucets arrived yesterday. There are shiny brass handles on our new cabinets and the counter top folks are coming Tuesday to measure the room for their lovely, polished granite.

kitchen cabinets

It really does look a whole lot snazzier with the gold handles. The kitchen crew is still here, hard at work adding more cabinetry and setting up the alcove for the refrigerator. Our appliances are coming on Tuesday. We’re not sure when the flooring will be coming in. Soon, I hope.

I’m really sick of microwaved and crock-potted meals. I’m filled up to my eyeballs with raw salads and have no idea how I’m going to cook green beans without a stove. Maybe I’ll dump boiling water from the kettle over them to blanch. It’s something, at least. I’ll be leaving town for a few days to visit my family in upstate New York and I wonder if the kitchen will be done by then or if the hubby will be left on his own with the microwave for the weekend.

We’re back to washing dishes in the basement, since the temporary sink has been replaced with cabinetry. It’ll be beautiful when it’s all done – no doubt about it – but the wait is killing me! Good thing my office is air conditioned.

Posted in Arlington, Life, Nature, Seasons, Spring

The doorway to tranquility


Past the budding trees and down the stairs beneath the old railroad. I walk through a familiar landscape: the ball field, the tennis courts and through the fence to a quiet enclave of houses. I suspect they’re rehabilitated worker cottages from earlier days, when the pond was worked for ice. An old ice house still remains and has be
converted to a Boys and Girls Club. I meet a gravel path just past the small parking lot and am in Spy Pond Park.

The park is just coming to life at this time of the year with budding trees and a body of water that’s still fresh and clean. Ducks and geese roam the banks and the old, bent trees dip gracefully into the water.



This is the pond, my five minute retreat from the world. There are other people here, but mostly it’s me, accompanied by bird song.


It’s peaceful and I need peace. More than that I need a place that’s blossoming to natural life.

Can you hear the birds?