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Though their fruit is incredibly colorful in an otherwise drab November landscape, these plants are woody vines that are terribly invasive and don’t play well with native species. It’s recommended that they be eradicated while still in small patches, something that can be done manually.
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It seems a given in life that things fall apart: our cars and roads and bridges, our bodies and relationships, our simple fences and over larger spans of time, even our complex civilizations. Nothing new there. We put a lot of time and attention keeping things in good working order, and with greater complexity comes the need for skills and vision that rise to the task.
So it’s no wonder things disintegrate, human nature (and our shifting priorities) being what they are. We often just don’t have the time or the money, the inclination or information or the skillset, to do the work to keep things going. So they come apart. And we fix them or we don’t.
So the larger questions: what do we value? what do we hold onto? what do we let go of? what’s worth our time?
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I heard an owl a few nights ago; a soft and beautiful succession of hoo-hoos that woke me up around 3AM, like the call to prayer of a muezzin.
I wonder if it was this little one, who had fallen out of its nest in a nearby white pine over a year ago, and – thanks to the quick response of neighbors and the crew at A Place Called Hope, in Killingworth CT – shortly thereafter re-nested. The crew built a new platform directly beneath the existing nest, lined it with some white pine branches, and placed this little one back up in the tree.
The owl family seemed to leave the area shortly thereafter, perhaps related to the noise pollution of a new house going up nearby. But that is now behind us, and the neighborhood for the most part is quiet again. And the Great Horned Owls may be moving back into the area.
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Here on the northern fringes of Tropical Storm Hermine, with wind coming in from the NE: some branches down later in the evening, and electricity was out for a few hours, but otherwise the area fared pretty well.
Living closer to the water now, I find myself more interested in flags, mostly as a quick read on wind direction and force. In an unexpected way, they’ve also become inspirational, from the Tibetan prayer flags out back over our garden, to the American flags around the neighborhood. They’ve brought me closer to distant places, times and peoples, whether Tibetan villagers or those who fought or otherwise witnessed the War of 1812, from whence comes the Star Spangled Banner (“…gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there…”). Powerful symbols they have always been, and likely to remain so.
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Pretty amazing that our neighbor Victor has been playing in the Horseshoe League in Deep River for the past 52 years; he started in 1964!! This year he says he’s “doing ok”, averaging 24, down from a high of 33 in his younger days. (Rounds of 12, two tosses each round, 3 points for a ringer, 1 for landing within 6 inches, leaners included.)
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