Making Good Health Simple: 3 tips for taking a laissez-faire approach to gardening
April in New England is fickle. Freezing rain, snow squalls, wind storms and heat waves are just a few of the surprises Mother Nature has in store for us. From branches crushed by the weight of icicles, to green buds ready to pop up through the Earth, being a plant is confusing. Truthfully, humans don’t really know what to do either. Should I turn the heat on? Sleep in? Hit the slopes? Go for a jog? We have sneakers, rain boots and...
Gearing up for a sappy season
We have heard the p-word (pandemic) incessantly over the past year; however, that word means nothing to Mother Nature. Our maple trees are still in the woods, the sap will still flow, and we will be making a new crop of maple syrup very soon. Politics, viruses, and even snowstorms will not stop the sap from flowing from our maple trees in February, March, and April. The drought last summer may affect the amount of sap, but it...
Poetry: Life
Life is to be lived, time spent and invested wise, perhaps we are not all frugal, living our days under blue skies. Some may look but they do not see, make sure you see what is seen, love those you choose to love, embrace life don’t be mean. Walk under the sun, before you pass the shade of the tree, measure wealth in a different way, just look back and you will see. Remember those special moments, hold them close to your heart, take...
Poem: Rusted Railroad Tracks
Rusted railroad tracks, where do you go, where have you been, what do you know? You have taken men off to war, some never again seen, tears have been shed, what does it mean? You have withstood the elements, seen many winters, summers, and falls, ushered in new generations, new conductors with new calls. You have brought people together, and torn others apart, witnessed accidents and tragedy, as each journey did start. You lost your...
At nightfall, the lamplighter makes rounds
Main Street in Concord is pictured here on a dark night, back on July 25, 1953. This photograph was taken shortly after Concord Electric installed new electric street lights on Main Street. Main Street wasn’t always so bright, light was indeed a luxury not easily afforded to our ancestors. In the 1880s, the Concord lamplighter still walked the old cobbled streets of downtown Concord. A lonely, solitary man fortunate to have a job...
Yoga and the ‘Space Between’
This week, we’ll start with the words of an ancient sage. We’ll start with the wisdom of the great yogi, Dave Matthews: “The space between the tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more. The space between the wicked lies is the hope to keep us safe from the pain.” Dave’s are not exactly ancient words. He sang those words in 2001, on his album, Everyday. He’s a little dramatic about it, but then he’s also a...
Christmas music we love to hate
For many of us, this is that wonderful time of year when we gather together with family and friends around a warm fire, and gripe about that awful, omnipresent Christmas music. The problem is, we’ve got it wrong. According to musicians and scholars, the classic songs of the season represent some of the finest Western music that’s ever been written. Handel’s “Messiah,” “Go, Tell It on the Mountain,” “Ave Maria,” “The Holly and...
