Can there be a better place than Massachusetts in the early Summer? The new leaves and blossoms are singing their age-old duet and the birds are providing the chorus. Blue sky and puffy white clouds are in charge of the scenery. The mosquitos are still sleeping wherever they go in the Winter. Later on the heat will come with its lethargy and pitchers of lemonade and hammocks and books I have always wanted to read. Baseball with its vibrant colors and drama in the bottom of the ninth has already started. Soon there will be grilling in the back yard and freshly picked corn on th cob. Clams, shrimp, and lobster are best eaten outside over sheets of newspaper. At the end of August we will again look forward to the brisk days of Autumn with hot cider and cinnamon doughnuts. Once the brown leaves of Fall have all fallen, come the holidays with groaning boards and stuffing and gravy and the purity of snow. It is the constant change of the season that guides our traditions and the continuity that bless this state. It is the first week of June and time to revel in the present while still looking forward to the changes that will come. I have lived in almost every state east of the Rocky Mountains and have never found a more pleasant place to be (Cape May, New Jersey is the exception). Boston, the home of the bean and the cod Where the Cabots speak only to the Lowells And the Lowells speak only to God.
Also the home of the best baseball park in the world, the best baseball team in the world, and the Cask and Flagon. Also near enough to New Bedford to have the best seafood in the world!
Arrgh! I am in the middle of 95 degree weather, mandatory hats, little or no air conditioning, a lawn that looks like it might burst into flames at any moment. 70 animals panting and not moving from the shady spots they find in the yard. Most of my day is spent creating artificial shady spots for animals to lay and pant in. Man oh man I miss New England right now. Umm, we have no lilacs here, either. We do have people who drive around in county trucks that sound like airplanes that spray poison up and down the streets at 4 am, for mosquitoes. We still have tons of mosquitoes. Heartworm in dogs here is like Lyme disease in New England-everybody's had it, preventative or not. Mine haven't had it yet. Thanks for the bunny advice, 2 babies have died so far, and if she has another killing spree like before, she's dinner, I bought some Jersey Wooly mix babies, girls, and am going back for a male from the next litter, they're cheap, the breeder has blond braids like a German opera singer, she has a loose 25 year old chestnut Thoroughbred wandering the property that she rescued and is now her "lawn ornament", and these bunnies are big enough to raise for food economically, plus you can comb them for hair for yarn, they have long, thick, smoke colored fur. The killer bunny is your standard white red eyed Marshmallow type bunny.I envy your lobster, I bought one a few years ago, but lobster is like 26 dollars a pound here. And there was one restaurant that served fried clams, but they went out of business. Man, I used to walk Bruno along the harbor at 8am and get a sack full of fried clams for breakfast from one of the little stands on Water Street. Ah, but my mortgage is one fourth of what it was in Plymouth. That's what I have to keep remembering. Damn it.(Also, bars here only serve Bud, Bud Light, Coors Light Miller Lite and Michelob Ultra.ALL OF THEM! And this disgusting beer called Yuengling, that I have never been able to pronounce-we have an excellent winery across the street, and I can drink wine for awhile, but my heart cries out for Newcastle brown). Thinking of New England makes Florida really suck right now(although it's pretty nifty in February). Wish I had the money for a road trip. And air conditioning in my car. Why is it every piece of crap vehicle I even owned in MA had working air conditioning, and none of the pieces of crap I've bought here do(not that I would ever use it anyway, that would be like carelessly putting on the cruise control in a junkyard 1978 Cougar while driving 70 around the Sagamore Bridge rotary-you're asking for your car to blow up, in that situation). I miss home. A lot.
Thank you thank you thank you for the card and check. I showed the card to Shaun, and he said,"What? You guys are odd ducks?" because I guess they don't have loons in Kentucky. I laughed my heinie off, though. I love you Daddy.
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Can there be a better place than Massachusetts in the early Summer? The new leaves and blossoms are singing their age-old duet and the birds are providing the chorus. Blue sky and puffy white clouds are in charge of the scenery. The mosquitos are still sleeping wherever they go in the Winter.
Later on the heat will come with its lethargy and pitchers of lemonade and hammocks and books I have always wanted to read. Baseball with its vibrant colors and drama in the bottom of the ninth has already started.
Soon there will be grilling in the back yard and freshly picked corn on th cob. Clams, shrimp, and lobster are best eaten outside over sheets of newspaper.
At the end of August we will again look forward to the brisk days of Autumn with hot cider and cinnamon doughnuts. Once the brown leaves of Fall have all fallen, come the holidays with groaning boards and stuffing and gravy and the purity of snow.
It is the constant change of the season that guides our traditions and the continuity that bless this state. It is the first week of June and time to revel in the present while still looking forward to the changes that will come. I have lived in almost every state east of the Rocky Mountains and have never found a more pleasant place to be (Cape May, New Jersey is the exception).
Boston, the home of the bean and the cod
Where the Cabots speak only to the Lowells
And the Lowells speak only to God.
Also the home of the best baseball park in the world, the best baseball team in the world, and the Cask and Flagon.
Also near enough to New Bedford to have the best seafood in the world!
Arrgh! I am in the middle of 95 degree weather, mandatory hats, little or no air conditioning, a lawn that looks like it might burst into flames at any moment. 70 animals panting and not moving from the shady spots they find in the yard. Most of my day is spent creating artificial shady spots for animals to lay and pant in. Man oh man I miss New England right now. Umm, we have no lilacs here, either. We do have people who drive around in county trucks that sound like airplanes that spray poison up and down the streets at 4 am, for mosquitoes. We still have tons of mosquitoes. Heartworm in dogs here is like Lyme disease in New England-everybody's had it, preventative or not. Mine haven't had it yet. Thanks for the bunny advice, 2 babies have died so far, and if she has another killing spree like before, she's dinner, I bought some Jersey Wooly mix babies, girls, and am going back for a male from the next litter, they're cheap, the breeder has blond braids like a German opera singer, she has a loose 25 year old chestnut Thoroughbred wandering the property that she rescued and is now her "lawn ornament", and these bunnies are big enough to raise for food economically, plus you can comb them for hair for yarn, they have long, thick, smoke colored fur. The killer bunny is your standard white red eyed Marshmallow type bunny.I envy your lobster, I bought one a few years ago, but lobster is like 26 dollars a pound here. And there was one restaurant that served fried clams, but they went out of business. Man, I used to walk Bruno along the harbor at 8am and get a sack full of fried clams for breakfast from one of the little stands on Water Street. Ah, but my mortgage is one fourth of what it was in Plymouth. That's what I have to keep remembering. Damn it.(Also, bars here only serve Bud, Bud Light, Coors Light Miller Lite and Michelob Ultra.ALL OF THEM! And this disgusting beer called Yuengling, that I have never been able to pronounce-we have an excellent winery across the street, and I can drink wine for awhile, but my heart cries out for Newcastle brown). Thinking of New England makes Florida really suck right now(although it's pretty nifty in February). Wish I had the money for a road trip. And air conditioning in my car. Why is it every piece of crap vehicle I even owned in MA had working air conditioning, and none of the pieces of crap I've bought here do(not that I would ever use it anyway, that would be like carelessly putting on the cruise control in a junkyard 1978 Cougar while driving 70 around the Sagamore Bridge rotary-you're asking for your car to blow up, in that situation). I miss home. A lot.
Thank you thank you thank you for the card and check. I showed the card to Shaun, and he said,"What? You guys are odd ducks?" because I guess they don't have loons in Kentucky. I laughed my heinie off, though. I love you Daddy.
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