Sunday, March 5, 2017


Thursday afternoon we arrived back in Manchester, NH on a bumpy flight from Tampa, Florida. The weather on the Gulf Coast was in the mid-80s when we left and cold and blustery when we arrived in New Hampshire. I'm still dreaming of the seven days spent in North Port and St. Pete's Beach, Florida, walking bare foot at the water's edge wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
Now I understand why people flock to Florida on spring break: miles and miles of clean, soft, sandy beaches; warm sun; great seafood. I was also impressed with the condition of Florida roads (no frost heaves), which apparently is why everyone drives 80 mph. And there are promising signs that people care about their state and local parks, based on cleanliness, habitat restoration efforts, and interpretive facilities.
This was also my first experience with Air B&B and it went well. We rented a house in North Port. The place was on a quiet street in a walkable neighborhood. My bedroom opened out to a patio with an in ground pool (although unheated) and fronted on one of Florida's many canals. Six of us stayed there for four nights for the cost of one to two nights in a hotel.

North Port seems to be recovering from economic depression. It is convenient to several parks and beaches and at least one great seafood restaurant (Shark's Fish House). Each morning we walked 2-3 miles and saw many cool birds and even 4 small alligators in detention ponds. My business icon is a glossy ibis....we saw several of these during our stay, but it was the white ibis that was so abundant that on our daily walks we watched them probing for insects in lawns.
I've never been one to lie on a beach day after day....I need to be moving. So we searched out nearby parks with trails and quieter beaches that we could explore. I've also found that most people don't get up early, so visiting places in the morning helped to avoid crowds. To that end, we spent half a day at Myakka River State Park in Sarasota and could have spent more time exploring this park, especially if we had bicycles. A walk on the 100-foot long canopy walkway was a highlight. We looked down on live oaks and palms and the many epiphytes living on their branches.
The 7-mile drive through the park brought close-up views of black vultures and sandhill cranes.
At mid-morning we took a one-hour boat ride on Upper Myakka Lake to the far shore where hundreds of alligators basked. Alligators are so prevalent in Florida that no one swims in freshwater, only in the Gulf (saltwater).
At Oscar Scherer State Park in Osprey we walked through pine and scrub flatwoods and hardwood hammocks, where we saw scrub jays and an active bald eagle nest.
Venice Beach is only a half hour from North Port and worth a half day visit, including lunch at the famous Sharkies on the beach. A cooperative snowy egret and several ruddy turnstones took rest on the fishing pier.
After four days in North Port we shifted to a completely different accommodation: the Trade Winds Resort at St. Pete's Beach. Our room overlooked the beach and the resort had a handful of heated swimming pools and hot tubs and a huge inflatable three-story slide. The occasion for scaling up our abode for a few days was my niece's 14th birthday. She and her 12-year old sister loved the place.
St. Pete's is another lovely beach, ideal for our early morning walks. Laughing gulls are common and some are pesky. On one of the few occasions when I was actually sunbathing on a beach cabana I was handing my niece a small piece of granola bar when a laughing gull swooped in and grabbed it from my hand. Here is the rascal....
I enjoyed watching flocks of royal terns on the beach and common terns and brown pelicans fishing just off-shore.
Fort De Soto Park is not far from St. Pete's Beach and is more scenic and wild. Although my nieces relished the heated pools at Trade Winds, they also liked the silky sand at Fort De Soto and walking the tide line watching small clams bury themselves in the sand and exclaiming over the shapes and colors of sea shells. I'm glad they had as much fun exploring the wild parts of Florida as they did in the heavily-developed places. Although it is hard to compete with heated pools, they really enjoyed the sandy beaches. Me too.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Year End Snowstorm

The year end storm dropped less than eight inches of snow in our part of New Hampshire. It started falling yesterday at midday, changed to rain in the evening, then back to heavy wet snow overnight. Sunrise brought a clear blue sky that you only get in winter. The blue above and white below was beautiful this morning.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Garlic - A New Start

For the past 20 years or so we've planted garlic at my parent's place, in the garden patch west of the 1760s saltbox that we grew up in. Each October Dad disced the field, added composted manure, staked out the rows with a metal post and baling twine, and brought several bales of straw from a local farmer. Mom helped break up the garlic bulbs and some years helped with the planting. In recent years she watched us from a chair at the end of the rows.

Last October Dad did not join us in the garlic planting. At age 93, his once strong body and mind was failing him. A month after we planted that garlic he passed away peacefully during the night. He was in his own home and bed, in the parlor that looked out onto the garlic garden.

This past year was dry, especially dry in South Amherst where the garlic grew. By the time we harvested the crop in July, Mom had passed away and the garlic patch was dusty. The crop was much reduced in number and size. Without Mom and Dad there we visited rarely and without their presence it seemed fitting somehow that the garlic would succumb too. We rent the saltbox now and visit rarely, so the garlic patch is now barren.

This October I'm starting anew with a garlic planting in our New Hampshire garden. I ordered new seed from Fedco in Maine: Russian Red and German X-Hardy. On a beautiful fall morning this week I planted 265 cloves in 5 rows. It was bittersweet doing it on my own, without Dad's straight rows and Mom's observant eye on the activities. In November I will spread some of their ashes on the garlic bed. Then I'll feel that the transition to a new garlic tradition is complete.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Stunning Fall Colors

Who said the drought would cause autumn colors to be subdued this year? Not true.

We hiked to the top of Mt. Chocorua today via the Champney Falls Trail. Maples and birches were brilliant in oranges, yellows, and reds set amongst the dark green of spruce and fir. Mountain ash was stunning as were the alpine flowers and shrubs along the trail. A few pictures highlight our hike, although wish I could make a gift box of the clear air, balsam smells, scenic vistas, and hiking experience and send to friends and family, especially those in India.
View of Chocorua from Middle Sister

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Early Fall at Dundee

Is there a better time of year than early fall in northern New England? This past weekend we stayed at one of our favorite retreats near Jackson, New Hampshire, breathing deeply of crisp fall air. Dundee is a special place that we get to experience on occasion thanks to the generosity of one of my clients/friends. It sits on the south slope of South Doublehead overlooking North Kearsarge.
Signs of early fall were evident along every trail that we travelled in this lovely landscape.
As soon as we get back home, we discuss how soon we might return to Dundee...especially as news of events and politics disrupts our reverie. Escape to Dundee, I wish it could be more frequent.