A few years ago, right about in the middle of the same month that we are in now, I was standing on the wharf looking out at the harbor.
With the cold snap last week, we all waited patiently, hoping a few nights of very low temperatures would finally freeze Brine’s Pond.
There has always been a conflict between preserving the values of the past and implementing our perceptions of the future.
Hold off on those quail orders for now.
When I was in grade school, the world was recognized to be a very dangerous place.
I could not help but feel relief and a spark of hope as we turned our sights to what lies ahead.