Saturday, April 26, 2008

Tiverton and Little Compton

We went for a drive through Tiverton and Little Compton today. They were in Spring glory, with large swathes of daffodils growing along the stone walls and enormous old Forsythias around every corner. The Forsythia twig that Susanna brought down from her place last fall has actually taken and has a about six blooms on it. Someday. After lunch at Provender, where we saw a tree that seemed to be dancing with joy, we drove down to Fogland beach. It's been such a long time that it seemed like a beautiful country that we had never seen before. On to Peckham's nursery, where Judy bought some strawberries and I took a few pictures and then to Sakonnet point--Finisterre--and home again.

Monday, April 21, 2008

"Secret Garden"

We took our Spring walk to the "secret garden" today. Daffodils, Jonquils, and Wood Hyacinths were on display along the path that runs between our neighbor's fence and the marsh. The neighbor had a compost heap along the fence from which various flowers escaped and established themselves on our side safe from the cows that roamed our neighbor's meadows. We had plenty of work cutting back the roses that grow along the fence and encroach on our path. It was, however, the first time that I had noticed the beautiful old willow growing alongside of our neighbor's pond. When we got to the bench that overlooks the river we saw that someone had made a fire, but fortunately they hadn't thought to carve their initials into the bench.

Saturday, April 19, 2008


Judy and I went to the nursery and picked out a small willow. Judy has wanted one, she says, since she was a girl when willows were a sign that spring had come. Susanna came down and helped dig a hole for the tree in the marshy part of our lower meadow. We drove down to the beach and then to the town farm, from where we could see our place across the river. Passover dinner at the Back Eddy, where we talked about what religion means to each of us. Not something we do every day.



A warm sunny April day. Not much wind. A good day for burning brush. The brush was piled in the yard last fall. We have accumulated enough hose; Steve is available with his truck. I go to the fire station to get a new permit and thank them for carting me out of here on January 2. The fire is magnificent especially as we can sit back and watch Steve set it ablaze. I manage to save the old wicker chairs for another life by giving them to him to take to his parents. The chain saw starts and we're able to add some dead limbs to the pile. At the end of the day, in spite of our limited labors, Judy and I are achey and tired, but thankful to be here after a long winter.