“If you don’t like the weather
in New England, wait and it will change.”
This year, in the strangest ways.
In August, Hurricane Irene blew through, taking down one of my favorite backyard trees.
It was huge with pink spring flowers and deep plum leaves. For days afterward, birds fluttered around the fallen limbs, as confused as I was mournful.
I comforted myself with the knowledge that my beloved apple trees survived, with their apples still firmly attached.
But less than two months later, Old Man Winter came through New England early, as if to remind us of what he could do. The snow from Winter Storm Alfred was even more destructive than the hurricane winds. The apple trees, like so many others with leaves, lay on their sides in the yard.
The red maple outside of my kitchen where I watch the birds
was bent and broken.
The kitchen window was completely blocked by limbs which were never meant to bend so far.
I anxiously waited to see if this tree would be another casualty, but a few days later, the snow melted, and I could see the glorious fall colors on the remaining limbs.
After the storm passed, summer seemed to return, and the confused trees kept their leaves until after Thanksgiving.
Now my Christmas cactus, which always blooms at Easter, is in full flower.
We awaken each day to see whether it is summer, spring, or winter here. On many weekends, we have had the unusual pleasure of beach time!
Yes, in New England! Nellie is especially enjoying this as dogs are only allowed on Connecticut beaches from October through March, when it is usually too cold on the beach for those of us without fur coats.
The Labrador DNA is strong. We can’t keep her out of the ocean, no matter what the temperature of the water.
This Westport beach is on Long Island Sound.
Nellie and Mr. Fun like this beach at Greenwich Point.
Both of them are hobbling around lately–Nellie because she is almost 12 and still insists on running and swimming as if she is 2.
Mr. Fun — well, he has the same approach to life as Nellie.
Non stop action.
He has spent many years
— more than me 🙂 —
running gates on his titanium skis
and racing on his titanium bike
and golfing with his titanium club
(is it the putter or driver–who knows?–I don’t play–TOO much patience required!)
and now he will have a titanium hip!
This Wednesday! What will I be doing? Not sure.
Thinking about Spring maybe.
The apple trees won’t be blooming this year.
But the pansies are almost ready to plant —
— and other buds are beginning to sprout.
Confusion and upheaval.
Today we awoke to bright blue skies.
No, wait, it is snowing.
here comes the sun again.
“Apparently there is
that cannot happen today.”
Quotes from my favorite Connecticut Yankee,
I am very pleased to join the talented