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On a quick trip to VT this past weekend, I was struck with the many patches of wild lupines growing on the roadsides. They remind me of the black-eyed susans and daisies that will soon follow in these places, but less egalitarian and more patrician in their bearing. The meadows were also a sight to behold; the grasses are spring green and knee high, and waving with the winds. Summer beckons!
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There’s been many a cover of Pete Seeger’s classic 1955 song, “Where Have All the Flowers Gone”- a call for peace that’s been recorded in over 30 languages – but perhaps the finest was the first, by the Kingston Trio here. Then of course a version by the man himself here, from a 1968 concert in Sweden.
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Woke up today to a few inches of snow on the ground – daffodil courtesy of our neighbor Kim and her daughter Kate who planted the bulbs last fall.
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And he/she did. This scene reminds me of that old poem: Woodman, Spare That Tree! by George Pope Morris (1802-1864), which was made into a popular song in 1837, with music by Henry Russell (1812-1900). Here’s a version from the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show, for all us kids.
That’s the entrance to North Cove at the top of the photograph, with the CT River flowing under the Baldwin Bridge and I-95 beyond the dock.
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Here’s one from our former home, taken eight years ago. I miss the place sometimes and dreamt some about it after we moved (twenty years of living there after all), but I imagine the new owners have settled in nicely.
I hope they appreciate the arbor upon which these roses grow, built ultimately in a traditional Western style – though we were thinking about a Japanese style gateway arch – by local craftsman Henry Hotkowski. It will probably stand forever, as will the deck he built for us there.
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And meanwhile, despite Washington D.C. and the level of political discourse across the land, these neighborhood lilies burst into beautiful song, right on schedule, as they always have. Toxicity will (hopefully) always have its limits.
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The fire in the woodstove has given way to star magnolia, forsythia and other blossoms, as the sun says “I’ll take it from here…”
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