I’m desperately grasping.
Toward what remains.
All that is local–from the earth right here in my garden or the farm stand up the road or the farmer’s market downtown tucked beside the brook encircled by trees. 41 more words
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The North Shore of Massachusetts is a glorious place year-round, and there’s nothing really “off” about the post-Labor Day season. A stream of clear cloudless days passes through September, the whirr of cicadas still winds up, then down, the warmth of the sun is still strong on your skin, there’s a menthol edge to the air in the shade, and the nights by contrast call for a sweater–good sleeping weather. 747 more words