When I turned sixty, seventeen years ago, my husband and I bought an old cape in Addison, a decidedly unupscale town far Downeast. The house sits on a knoll twenty feet above sea level and faces Eastern Bay. Lobster boats sit at anchor on the far side. In low tide, sandpipers, plovers and Arctic terns mill about on the rocky outcroppings. The house once served as the town post office and once as the town poor farm. Bob and I were, back then, contemplating lazy days of afternoon bridge and building sandcastles on the beach with the grandchildren.
I'm so glad to have finally found your blog, Kathleen, and to have started a new connection with you through FCAN. Your writing is beautiful and profound. In this piece, your description of the clouds shaped like elephants marching across the horizon is spot on. I'm looking forward to reading them all.
I’m sorry you sold your beloved second home in Addison, but it sounds like with great purpose. Looking forward to how things develop as always! ❤️
Yes please continue to mimic nature: your pamphlet like a seed on the wind!
I'm so glad to have finally found your blog, Kathleen, and to have started a new connection with you through FCAN. Your writing is beautiful and profound. In this piece, your description of the clouds shaped like elephants marching across the horizon is spot on. I'm looking forward to reading them all.
Another beautifully written piece, Kathleen. Thank you.