Suzan Bellincampi
The ice man cometh (cameth) and his name was Frederic Tudor.
Fred was a man with a mission. He had a passionate commitment to a cause that would give anybody the chills. No member of the British monarchy (though he did hail from a notable Boston Brahmin family), Tudor was nevertheless known as the “Ice King.” He was the man that brought commercial ice to the people of this country and beyond.
It was the whale of a tale and the tail of a whale that brought me to South Beach on a crisp winter day last week.
The tail was a bit more than two feet wide and was attached to a body; a whale’s body. The rest of the story centered around this whale and its identity, though this tale did not have a happy beginning or ending. The mission at hand was to take photographs and measurements of a dead specimen that had been found on the beach.
Susie Bowman has a cedar situation.
The red cedar trees in the field behind her house are infected, which means that the apple trees in the area also may be in jeopardy. A match made in heaven these plants are not. In fact, they make a toxic twosome if they are in the right (or in this case, wrong) company.
Nothing is just a hop, skip or a jump away if you are a springtail.
These gentlemen like the ladies.
Male winterberry holly plants can handle lots of female attention — gardeners concur, recommending at least one male for every five female plants. These shrubs can and should surround themselves with those of the opposite sex.
Sometimes life is perfect.
As I write, there is a bucket of Island oysters in my sink, a quart of heavy cream in the fridge, and a handsome French chef to put it all together. I guess that I am lucky in love and in shellfish.
The oysters were collected from Tisbury Great Pond, and the French chef, well, that’s another story.