HeyJaredSusan Phillips
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Our fall glamping staycation (opens the original)
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It happens so fast. First, the trees on the edge of the swamp turn red. Then, the breeze picks up and the nighttime temperatures plummet. A few ferns turn yellow, then a few more. While the photosynthesizers prepare for shutdown, fungi in all their weird shapes and sizes come surging out of the dark places for their brief season in the light of day. Fall makes everything strange. Maybe itâs the change in the light, a charge in the air. It feels as though the tilt of the earth and our spinning
What are the odds? (opens the original)
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These late summer/early fall days always feel a little fraught. Things are changing fast. Leaves are turning and falling. The vegetable garden is on a kind of desperate overdrive, and suddenly the barn grows quiet in the sudden absence of swallows, while the chokecherry and shad bustle with rowdy blue jays and cedar waxwings. A couple weeks ago, I was sitting in the grandstand at the Cummington Fair with my friend Abby, watching the ox pulls. Abby is something of an ox pull expert, and over the
Donkey training (opens the original)
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Announcement: I have successfully trained Ollie to perform the following trick. Each morning, he comes to stand with his head by my right hand, lowered to the perfect height for easy behind-the-ears scratching. He remains still for approximately five seconds, then takes a small step forward, so the scratching hand is now a bit further down his neck and so onward to the withers. He proceeds in this step-wise fashion in order to receive blessed itch relief all along the hard-to-reach line traced b
Hilltown gratitude and gripes (opens the original)
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Sometimes I am overcome by the realization that a life lived in so many places has rooted itself in Windsor for more than a decade. One such moment came just the other morning. I saw the lineup of Class of 2026 Barn Swallow Flight School cadets atop the barn roof, and then just a few seconds later found myself standing in the swooping, swirling, banking flight of their joyous air show. Iâve never lived in a small town before, with the exception of six months in La Ferte-Milon, a small town in
Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop for swimming (opens the original)
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I love to swim â especially in a pond or a lake, the colder the better (within reason). I have my favorites, but none of them are in Windsor, the town where I live. Itâs odd. Even though the land is threaded with streams and dimpled with ponds, thereâs a dearth of accessible public places to swim within our borders. Swimming is strictly prohibited at Wahconah Falls â which is in Windsor, though an awful lot of people seem to think itâs in Dalton. There is a great pond for swimming call
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