We had a misty weekend here in Woodbury.  Only the Canada geese were out and about until Clyde arrived with us in tow.  In the background on the hill is the Masonic Temple.
From January 12, 2013
The swimming hole was a glazed over tub of dishwater that looked very lonely.
From January 12, 2013
The melting ice and the bits of greenery made it seem like the autumn was not so long ago and spring is not so far away.  The January thaw has a way of tricking me out of a sense of time.
From January 12, 2013
I was getting a bit caught up in feeling down about the dreary weather when we turned a corner and came across these wreathes memorializing the 26 victims of Adam Lanza's attack on Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut.  Each wreath bore a cross with the first name of each victim and his or her age.  The greens smelled like Christmas all these weeks later.  Then those thoughts of the past were gone; there's no going back.
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These three wreaths caught my eye especially; the ages of Rachel and Victoria add up to Mary's age.  All those lost years.
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The geese, as I mentioned were among us until Clyde sent them packing.  The took off with an awesome rush of the wings.  Clyde is quite the beast; the birds headed straight for Roxbury without any hesitation.  Geese problems?  Call Clyde.
From January 12, 2013