Heard on Main Street: Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don’t worry, it’s OK to let your children see you cry. Last week I kept stumbling over stuff, then it hit me. It was Friday the 13th. I should have gone back to bed. The rest of the week had not […]
“Don’t grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we are all born.” –Albert Einstein It is so true that being old is a state of mind. People always seem to be amazed at the accomplishments of folks who are elderly in […]
Kyra Steck
Well, it’s been another week of weather. Pleasant and spring-like one day, then back to winter the next. I have seen people in shorts already, then back to wearing down jackets. It’s a good thing we New Englanders like to talk about the weather. It certainly seems to be an endless topic for discussion.
Forsythia is starting to bloom all over town, in wildly bursting tangles or in more sedate, neatly pruned bushes. The early star magnolia in front of the Olsen house is making its annual showing. Patti Linn’s yard has bulbs of every variety and color; hyacinths, tulips, daffodils in drifts of pink and yellow, lavender and blue. Primroses are just budding and showing color; many gardens have hardy plantings of them. The English primrose, or cowslip, is such a pretty pale yellow, and is reputed to be deer and rabbit resistant.