We saw some big, fat snowflakes last Thursday, mixed in with the sleet and rain that made life difficult and driving unappealing. owever, it was over soon enough with no accumulation, so the plows and salt trucks can rest easy for a while. Sunday night and Monday morning a full inch of rain showed in the rain gauge.
Goldfinches in great numbers are flocking to the feeders. The deer have finished off the last of the fruit under the apple tree, always doing their thing in the dead of night. We first saw them at dusk, but they decided they didn’t want to be seen. Our loss.
Betsey Foster writes that she has on unusually small downy woodpecker at her home on Round Pond, and all the birds are going through feed like there’s no tomorrow. She had a flock of snow buntings for a few days last week. She adds, “The waterfowl are down to a few mallards and Canada geese, all of whom are scrounging the bottom of the pond for edibles. The geese are amusing now as they spend most of their time upside down and all one sees are the white triangles of their undersides. Look rather like fancy-folded dinner napkins on the pond.”
Mike and I spent the weekend in Westwood, Mass., visiting his sister and her husband (Ruth and Fred Smith), who recently moved to Fox Hill Village, a very nice retirement community there. Their little apartment is both comfortable and attractive, especially with their personal touches applied. I must say, the food in the dining hall was the equal of that in a fine restaurant.
We were housed in a very nice guest suite on the ground floor, while Ruth and Fred are up on the third floor. We were able to take several good walks around the Fox Hill pathways, along the Charles River, and at a Massachusetts Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary. We also succeeded in finding Mike’s childhood secret fishing hole in Dover.
On Saturday night we were all invited to dinner at the home of our nephew and his wife in Dover. To add to our personal enjoyment, Tama had invited our daughter and son-in-law, Kate and Ken Griffin, and grandson Robbie to dinner as well. A rollicking good time was had by all, not to mention a delicious dinner of lasagna. Lots of family catching up with Smiths, Hoehs, and Griffins was the frosting on the cake.
It was a damp and dreary day Monday for our drive back, but it was definitely a good feeling to cross the Piscataqua River bridge into Maine. It is nerve wracking to drive on the frantic, crowded highways in the Boston area. Bethel looked very good indeed. We just got a new GPS as a gift and had fun confounding Ms. Garmin by turning other than the ways she wanted us to. We knew better than she, though, and proved it on the way home. She was very helpful, though, in finding our southern destination.
This weekend there will be women’s rugby playoffs at noon on Saturday and Sunday at Bowdoin College. Our granddaughter, Elisabeth Stancioff, is on the Brown University team and will be playing. Needless to say, we’ll be there watching.
There will be dress rehearsals this week and next on Wednesday the 10th and 17th for the Senior Players’ fall production, slated for Nov. 20 at 7 p.m. and Nov. 21 at 2 p.m. If you can’t make the shows, come to the dress rehearsals at 12:30 both Wednesdays.
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