REGARDS FROM A LITTLE DRIP!

  A report from the depths of winter. Frigid. Deep snow. A bright sun. The perfect day for cross country skiing, a hockey scrimmage on cleared ice and children rolling in snowdrifts. We enjoyed the day outside until sunset when it was time to return home, shed parkas and warm up with a cup of…

WHOOPS!

  One clear winter day, John planned a trip across Brant Lake. Of course, he could drive the short distance in his pickup truck, past Point O’ Pines, until Route 8 intersected with Palisades Road. There, he would make a quick right and follow the road until he came to Seminole Lodge––his destination. But the…

SNOWMOBILING!

    So! What are you doing with your old Model T Ford? It is too dangerous to drive on the Northway at 20 mph where trucks rush past on their way to Quebec. You can leave the Ford, with black frame and yellow spoke wheels, standing on the front lawn but, as everyone knows,…

IN THE DARK

  Coco is a venerable dog. 13 years of age. Too old to chase chipmunks or hop after frogs. After all of these years hopping on only three paws she is a tired dog and can’t always keep up with a fast-paced world. However, even though Coco is not young–or perhaps because she is not…

JUST HANG ON

  While those of us in the North Country are slipping on icy paths, my friend Bob, who lives in Virginia, is still blowing leaves off his lawn. Specifically, oak leaves. Every week Bob straps on his bright orange backpack leaf blower, mixes the correct amount of oil and gas and, with black hose in…

THE MOUNTAIN ASH

  Set back from the shoreline and dwarfed by a row of giant hemlocks, a solitary mountain ash, still in its infancy, stands in the snowy field. The tree is not yet of an age to give shade in the summer but I am sheltered by branches of memory. It was the fall of 1957…

SNOW ANGELS–AND OTHER THOUGHTS

  A blustery winter snow storm, descending from the north, ushered in the new year. All lines of delineation were erased from the landscape. The shoreline merged with the snow-covered lake and the stones of the terrace blended into our white house. Milky cream clouds painted the horizon and heaven and earth were one. As…