As many of my readers know, on winter weekends when I am not skiing, I almost always take a walk. This time, I stayed in my immediate neighborhood. Please join me.
I find this creepy, and possibly downright evil.
A strange and rather hostile person lives here. I give her a wide berth.
Here’s an example of the unpretentious cottages that make this place so special.
And here’s what people are tearing down the charming cottages to build. Completely un-charming boxes. Blech.
This magnolia doesn’t look like anything now, but in a couple of weeks, it’ll knock your socks off.
Check out those fat buds, just getting ready to burst open and make the entire street corner beautiful.
My next stop was my neighbor’s yard, to say hi to his chickens. They were enjoying the sun and scratching up a storm. I thanked them for their delicious eggs and moved on.
My neighbor’s a commercial fisherman, who sometimes finds cool stuff like these whale vertebrae and brings them home.
He also gathers surf clams (who doesn’t?) and just leaves the empty shells on his driveway. Once they’ve been driven over a few times, they make a nifty surface.
It’s a Yankee thing.