I don’t know who loves the beach spot more

Perfect. My dear wife Karen and our cherished rescue mutt were both eager to talk the one block from our cottage to the beach access provided. Our dear dog is up enough in years to avoid the steep steps going down (and especially back up) to the sand. Thank you Ma and Da. But she…

Familiar shirt

My style. My dear wife Karen and I also convinced our Central New York friends Julie, Aaron and Evan to join us for a stroll of the Cape Cod village of Chatham. It was crowded! I was, however, able to spy a familiar shirt in the Smells Like Grapes store. Earlier, I’d mentioned how I…

A big year for the Cape Cod flowers

A beautiful year. Our Central New York friends Julie and Aaron and their son Evan happened to be enjoying Cape Cod during some of the same days as my dear wife Karen and I this spring. We convinced them that joining us for a visit to the Heritage Museum and Gardens was a good idea.…

A thoughtful annual trip to Cape Cod

Back to the sleepy cottage a block from the beach. We’re back home in Central New York from our annual Cape Cod getaway. My dear wife Karen, our cherished rescue mutt and I fit in our usual stops amid some rest and relaxation, as is our tradition. During the stay, I decided to take a…

Windy?

Slight adjustment needed. Finding a leftover to share before spring ends … My eye told me that something got that rooftop antenna off line just a tad. Some worker needs a ladder and a sure-footed climb up the shingles.

Living on the ledge

Nice setup. My dear wife Karen continues to make things pretty adjacent to the new fence so we can enjoy sitting under our side alcove in spring and summer.

Wanted, hoops players

Springtime pointers. Spied on a neighborhood springtime stroll: a basket set up on the edge of a lawn, ready and waiting for residents to come out and play. Cheers to the new season.

Taking me back

Love that pink. Spotting a certain color of blooming tree in Central New York, it takes me back to the year that my dear wife Karen and I got to travel to our nation’s capital at cherry blossom time. It doesn’t even have to be a cherry tree. Or the right shade of pink.