I have a complicated relationship with nature, particularly as it relates to my home and, in particular, because I’m a homebody.
by Karina Coombs [Reprinted from the original Carlisle Mosquito article found here.] It’s not often that you get a chance to reinvent yourself and when it happens in your mid-40s, and you thought those chances had all but passed, you take it. Newly arrived in Carlisle, I first met the Mosquito’s General Manager Susan Emmons on the playground of the Red Balloon preschool. We talked about what it was like to live in a small town before she casually asked if I’d like to write for the newspaper. Without her knowing it at the time, she offered me the opportunity to pursue a dream I had shelved long ago, as well as a way back into the workforce after seven years of being a stay at home parent. If you want to learn about your community, reading the newspaper is a good way to start. But if you really want to know how it ticks from the inside out, its
We’ve been in our house for six months now. Watching the fog rise off the reservoir and cranberry bog is never a bad way to start the day.
A December 26 photograph from the wharfs in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Merry belated Christmas.
This past weekend was the cranberry harvest at the Carlisle bog. A strange little berry, but it does make for
I clearly heard up to 6 inches of snow predicted for today. We’re at 8 and counting. It sure is
Caught by surprise (a pleasant one) by this morning’s snow storm. Update: Here’s another photo of our barn taken by
Imagine a small village center with children strolling pathways lit by glowing pumpkins, lanterns, and holiday lights. That’s our Halloween
My husband and I had a very grown up Saturday and took in a lecture by Ang Lee and James Schamus at Wellesley College and then walked around campus for a few hours. Why is it that you appreciate things more when you no longer have them? I loved the campus when I was a student there (in my late 20s), but I didn’t realize just how special it was until it was over. How beautiful is it? Let’s put it this way, the sight of it this past weekend may almost make the remaining 10 years of monthly student loan payments a little less painful. Related articles Inspiring People: Ang Lee & James Schamus (musingsofanorientalgypsy.wordpress.com)
We decided to bring the kids to Salem today to check out the town pre-Halloween. It was a little too
Yesterday called for a short hike on the Woodchuck trail and Garrison loop in Great Brook Farm State Park. Even with the light rain, it was a beautiful and easy hike. We parked near the canoe launch and walked across the road to the Woodchuck trailhead to find some historical spots for my daughter’s school project located along the trail. After passing the site of an old dam, our first historic stop was the remains of some kind of Colonial stone garrison. Fairly close by was an Indian grinding stone, that appears to have been intentionally destroyed. Looking at the stone you can see that holes were drilled down its length and at a depth almost reaching its bottom, splitting it in half and to its base. Finally we ended up at the site of the old grist mill. Not a bad 60 minutes.
A fall day spent visiting the old cemetery in town.
It just took a few days of temperatures dropping into the 40s and 50s in the night, hovering in the mid to high 60s during the day, and now it’s happening! The leaves are finally starting to turn.
We have officially passed the one year mark in our Massachusetts house and have signed a lease for another 12
View from downtown parking lot, Peterborough, NH.
New England really is crazy about its ice cream. I was reminded of that this past weekend driving along the
It’s been nine months since we moved to Massachusetts and some days I still am in awe of the history surrounding us and in all directions. Don’t get me wrong, some days I’m also completely immune to it. Another stone wall rambling alongside the road? Snooze. An old garrison from the Revolutionary War just sitting there 6 feet from the road? Yawn. But some days, and Wednesday was one of them, I am speechless and completely enthralled. Wednesday, I decided to take advantage of more good weather (and an extended preschool day) and drive the 15 minutes to Concord so Prairie and I could walk a portion of the Battle Road Trail. The Battle Road Trail runs five miles, winding through the farmland, woods, and wetlands between Concord and Lexington. More specifically, it is also the route the British took from Boston into Concord to seize munitions stored by colonists. On April 19, 1775 after the brief battle at the
We’ve been living in Carlisle for almost 9 months so it’s time to get off the couch and explore. The weather being perfect right now doesn’t hurt either – 60s or low 70s and cool. The dog and I decided to explore Great Brook Farm State Park for an hour or so. Parking is $2 unless you are just going to the snack barn at which point you can park free for 30 minutes. There is a working dairy farm on the property so yes, there is even homemade ice cream. I think the sign this morning said 62 flavors and it’s supposed to be good, but that will be for another day. I decided to buy an annual pass at the automated machine for $35 for Massachusetts residents, which will force me to bring the dog often for walks. It also forces me to finally get a state driver’s license so I can show it at a Department of
Once again we made the 45 minute trek to West Gloucester and our favorite beach, Wingaersheek. Until Memorial Day the parking is free, which is no small detail considering it is $20 during the week and $25 on the weekends if you can even get a space. Even with those high parking rates it is worth it however. Between the white sandy beaches, the warm tidal pools, lots of good climbing rocks, sandbars, dunes, and lighthouse view, it is the best beach I have been to in Massachusetts. We brought Prairie with us figuring it was about time the dog got to see an actual beach. I know dogs aren’t allowed during peak season, but it turned out they also aren’t allowed after May 1. After seeing a number of dogs both on and off leash we decided to ignore the sign. She was in canine heaven. I wish we could have taken her off leash and let her run