Oh, what a week it was at the Cape

On the first day that my dear wife Karen and I woke up back in Syracuse after a week at the precious little cottage owned and cherished by our wonderful Central New York friends Julie and Lisa, I give thanks to all it gave us. From the front that greeted us every time we pulled…

Can’t let a rainy last Friday get us down

Even before Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle stirred me for her morning let-me-out session, I’d heard the news today, oh boy. Pitter-patter on the roof. One look out the front kitchen window confirmed what the Boston weather report had warned the night before. Our last full day not in Syracuse would start with rain. The…

An ocean of excitement

Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle, meet the Atlantic Ocean. Our rescue mutt was introduced to really wavy water for the first time in the fourth year of her life, when we woke up on our fifth morning not in Syracuse and decided to drive to Provincetown. Our smart dog liked the ocean more than she…

Beachy keen

The second morning my dear wife Karen and I woke up not in Syracuse, we knew the car would be headed the mile or so down the road to the Atlantic Ocean. All the car unpacking and grocery shopping and cottage settling in and other-blog-duty-movie-going and neighborhood-walking and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle-reacclimating had been…

The garden cycle works out just right

The peony in the corner of the front of our home in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood gave us its all during a furious week of budding and beauty. A full 15 flowers shot out of that one sturdy green plant in one week. They lasted slightly longer than that. I let the petals…