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- Return of the natives
A gardener finds that some plants are more at home than others.
- How Mrs. Peters came into my life just in time
I was discouraged, struggling. She gave me inspiration and skills.
- How we coaxed a smile from Solly
Our guard was as dedicated as he was thin and serious.
- Once again, the river runs wild
The now-undammed Penobscot River has brought bounty to my backyard.
- Some feathered pros lend a hand
My gutters needed attention – and got it in a delightful way.
- In new situations, I sing an old song
I’ve never been up on current tunes, but I’ve never had to be.
- Hither, thither, and everywhither?
The Elizabethans had more options for adverbs of place than we have today; are we missing anything?
- The mystery of knitting ... remains a mystery
Knitters create holes with string using sticks and a clickety-clickety noise.
- A golden host of my own
With spring bulbs, a minimum of effort is overwhelmingly repaid.
- A freight train sings me an iron lullaby
The screech of the rails, the blast of the horn say all is well.
- Gratitude in an age of automatons
If you think it’s tough to file a complaint today, try filing a compliment.
- What we learned from our winter hike
Now we know why most people don’t hike then – and also the freezing point of mayonnaise, perhaps.
- Modesta’s, and my, life-changing choice
Months of planning come down to a 30-minute deadline.
- This is how badly I wanted a better job
Living in Norway, I applied for a position without really knowing what it was.
- I keep running into Mary Richards
First she was my idol, then my peer, and finally a lesson in grace.
- A decades-long chat among friends
High-school buddies find that shared trips promote wide-ranging reflection.
- I find my hidden strength
The fact of the break-in rattled me. Then I realized what was missing.
- How I stumbled upon a work of art in Greenland
I have a poor eye for art. But in this case it fell into my lap, so to speak.
- A gift to my future self
I was far from home for the first time. My host gave me a journal.
- A cottony clash of quilters
How a collaborative sewing project became the fabric equivalent of a riot.