The old sailor’s saying about “red skies in the morning, take warning” held today for us landlubbers, too. I took this photo at about 6:30 am. It’s one of those cold November days, fall on the cusp of winter. The dogs and I made it back from our walk just before the rain began.
I’m starting to get serious inquiries about the Boardinghouse as we face another few months of pandemic closing in. Do check in with me if you’re thinking about a late winter or early spring month or two in the north country. I have limited space and I don’t want to turn people away. Call 315-347-3456 or email email@example.com
Stay safe. Follow the best practices guidelines. We all know them by heart by now.
Boardinghouse North is open to guests beginning December 1, 2020. After months of remaining closed, except to family and close friends, I am now confident I can follow recommended best practices and keep everyone safe.
I have room for a small family (six to eight people, roughly) if you’d like to reserve the boardinghouse for the holiday season. I can offer a special two to four week rate for a family.
Please call me to discuss a winter or spring booking. I prefer stays of at least four weeks, but will consider shorter visits if there is room available. Best to reach me on my land line at the house, 315-347-3456.
It’s also officially fall. Here’s a photo of the autumn palette I took on my walk this morning.
There’s a point in August when nature seems to speed up and change direction. The languid days of July fade along with mid-summer flowers and it’s time for plants to make fruit and seeds, and for humans to harvest.
I feel autumn coming. Sunflowers are dropping petals and filling with seeds, cucumber vines are withering, and it is impossible to keep up with the daily ripening of tomatoes.
I’ve cut back all the early summer perennials and welcome the self-sown cleome that volunteer in my flower garden. This prickly, showy bloom fills in the gap between the lilies and the asters.
I hope you’re finding your way in the midst of the pandemic. I had to put the boardinghouse on hold last March but I’m looking forward to the new year and will take reservations for 2021, with the understanding that everything can change if there’s a resurgence of the virus. In order to keep everyone safe, I am only booking longer visits of at least 3-4 weeks, and multiple month stays are certainly possible.
Remember to vote. Freedom of speech and the right to participate in elections are what separates our political system from dictatorships, oligarchies and non-democracies of all kinds.
I came of age during the great folk music revival of the ’60s and ’70s. Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Greg Brown, Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, and a guy named John Prine, to whom I did not pay much attention.
John Prine zoomed in on me during the past 20 years. I listened carefully to his lyrics and that was it. He became one of my all time favorites. If you know his early work but haven’t kept up in recent years, I highly recommend his last two albums, “The Tree of Forgiveness” and “For Better, or Worse.” So smart, so funny, so true.
He died recently–from corvid19, though he had been fighting cancer for a number of years. I’ve been listening to him in the quiet of my morning kitchen, and turning the four young people staying with me onto his words and music. Like all great artists, age doesn’t matter. He gets through.
What have you discovered–or rediscovered–during this time of self-isolation? What’s gotten through to you?
We have passed the two-week point in our quarantine, following the arrival of my son and three friends from New York City. A big relief. My son lives and works in mid-Manhattan–literally the epicenter of the corona virus outbreak in the country.
The bright side of all this is time spent with ones I love. Some, like my son Jacob, are here with me. Others, like my son Pierre and brother Ben and dearest friend Laurie, are far from me, but I am spending much more time with them on the phone and online. This is a joy.
I hope you are close to dear ones and are staying healthy and safe. We will see each other on the other side of this plague. Happy Passover.
That’s my neighbor Phil, with Winooski. I went down his driveway this morning, on my way back from the daily five mile walk. We met through the window.
I’m being careful to keep my distance from everyone–my son and four friends arrived here from NYC five days ago. We have another ten days to go to be reasonably sure none of us are infected with the corona virus.
The boardinghouse is full at this moment. But do contact me if you’re hoping to get away later this spring, summer or fall.
Let’s all take care of each other by staying safely distant. Weird, huh?
Some trees live a long time. Depends on species, growing conditions, and disease and pest risks.
These old sugar maples–100+–are just down the road from my house. Years ago, I tapped this stand of maples, along with enough other trees to produce about 30-50 gallons of syrup each spring.
These days, I get syrup from my neighbor Bryan who has a permanent sugar shack and much more sophisticated equipment than I ever had. We tapped trees with the old-style spigots, buckets and lids, gathering by hand with a horse or tractor-drawn wagon. Bryan uses the modern piping system and has a carefully calibrated evaporator.
Photo below was taken in the ’70s–that’s me on the left with my old neighbor Milan Conklin and my dog Sheba–boiling sap on our outdoor sugar “arch.” I’d stay up all night to watch the boil, continuously adding sap to the sugar pan.