You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Mount Auburn Cemetery, at the edge of Cambridge and Watertown in Greater Boston, not only lays claim to being the first garden cemetery in America but also boasts some of the most notable names in the nation’s history.
This small family plot, for instance, holds the remains of Transcendentalist leader Margaret Fuller and pioneering architect Buckminister Fuller.
All in a row on the bridge rail overlooking the river.
Spending a week this time of year in this cabin gave me a taste of Thoreau at Walden. Some of the nights were quite icy, even with a wood fire beside me.
Wreckage on the shore serves as a warning and reminder. The sea can turn violent in a moment. Another harsh winter’s ahead for all of us in these parts. And commercial fishing’s an especially dangerous occupation.
Just look at what it does to metal.
Homemade and very tasty. Sometimes ours has raisins. And sometimes dried cherries. Dried pears were a special occasion.
There’s a romantic allure to the idea of living on an island, and Maine has more than its share. Still, a day visit can be memorable.
For a decade, I lived on the highest point in the city of Manchester. Sometimes I called the development Yuppieville on the Mountain, but its views of sunsets could be stupendous. There was even a city-run ski lift on the other side of the freeway.
For three years I lived along the banks of the Merrimack River, a primary energy source for 19th century New England industry.
I still miss this house with all of its Craftsman movement touches. It had a marvelous aroma, too.
A boulder resembles a round loaf on a breadboard. Maybe it’s just there for giants in the night. The leaves on the ground give an idea of its size.
