Boo’s oak tree

Neighbors bring food with death, and flowers with sickness, and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a knife, and our lives. ~Scout “To Kill a Mockingbird” Harper Lee  

Iron and stone

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell…                                                                                                                                                                                    ~Woodworth the old grist mill where as kids, my parents would…

Hop Brook

it looked eerily the same as I remember it back in 2001 the sky was a crystal blue and cloudless the air had a slight feel of fall to it  yesterday I decided to skip my run and take a walk instead along the brook a quiet space a perfect spot to stop and to reflect    just before I turned around to head…

a lost art?

growing up, my friends and I were master tree climbers there wasn’t a tree we couldn’t shimmy up in our neighborhood and we built a tree house in the Willow in my parent’s backyard but my grandmother had the best trees we climbed to pick the freshest fruit on her apple and pear trees and manuevering up to the top of the Butternut was a daily excercise the…