Author: JoDee Samuelson

Hurricane Harry

We have a wood-sawing whirligig named Harry in the backyard. Harry takes it pretty easy most of the time, only rousing himself to saw a few boards dur...

Mom’s books

One visitor who passed through our lives this summer was a young chef with an interest in edible wild plants. I lent him Mom’s collection of books o...

Periwinkle trails

August has arrived. It seems very sudden. We humans have been rushing about trying to ignore time as we embrace every hint of sunshine that comes our ...

Baby mussels

It was the strangest thing. The tide was out and we were taking a walk across the Cove, glorying in the sunset and the feeling of being warm! when we ...

Beautiful World

As a reward for remaining cheerful during our long challenging winter, we have treated ourselves to one whole week of wide-brimmed hats, gauzy fabrics...

Good resolutions

Who would think that trees could shed so many twigs and branches? I love raking, but still. I decided to take a break and a walk down to the Cove. And...

Potholes, etc

Here it is the middle of March and ice cakes fill the Strait from shore to shore. When the wind changes direction the ice groans and mutters to itself...

Our ancient soil

The wind howls and here in the Cove we ask each other, have we had this much wind before? The answer is: Probably. We just can’t remember. It’s co...

Friends

What would we do without friends? Oh, relatives are good too, but we don’t get to choose them. Friends are people we bond with for reasons other tha...

This old house

Along the shore where the highway makes a gentle s-curve as it dips and crosses the brook, there stood an imposing house with steeply pitched roof, gi...

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