Tuesday, April 30th, 2019

Small Boy Climbing in the Honeysuckle Thicket

Saturday, April 27th, 2019

Papa reads to Akiva

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2019

At Pont Drouin Covered Bridge













Sunday, April 21st, 2019

This Year’s Eggs


Dyed in a multitude of hues. We had green yellow, red, blue, orange.








The regular ol’ cutenessβ€”


Sunday, April 7th, 2019

At Meach Cove

Chloe and Neil brought us down to Meach Cove for the purpose of throwing sticks and rocks in the water. At this point, Neil and Akiva discovered that they have a lot more in common than previously thought. And the list was already long! Akiva’s interest was mainly in making big splashes. Neil’s interest was mainly in seeing how far across the water he can skip a stone. A rounded flat stone resembling a discus brought the two together as Neil twirled daintily down a large rock jutting into the lake and let goβ€” The stone skipped! And splashed! Magnificent. Sadly, I was to intrigued by the action to photograph any of this, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.


Later, I did manage to take out my camera.




Neil clearly has issues with this tree. Iris sides with the tree as usual but keeps mum.




I like this picture because it looks like my friends have lost their heads.




Saturday, April 6th, 2019

Portrait with Mosses (LaPlatter Nature Park)

Friday, April 5th, 2019

Iris Turns Seven (LaPlatte Nature Park)

For Iris’s seventh birthday, I take my goofballs to one of our favorite old stomping grounds in Shelburne, Vermont.




Iris’s first winter, I carried her all over the LaPlatte Nature Park. Those were the days!  Down at the river, someone had nailed a rudimentary handrail to a log. I crossed the log often, trusting the worn crampons on my old army surplus snowshoes to keep me from sliding off the log into the river as I gently touched the handrail to steady my balance, sleeping baby on my back.




The log was washed out with the spring floods, so the same someone decided he’d like to try his hand at building a suspension bridge. It was pretty good, but he got in trouble for doing so without a permit, so he had to dismantle it. I blogged about the incident on June 1st, 2014.




So the next winter, Joplin (that’s his name) built a bridge of sticks and posted a sign, “river crossing for squirrels foxes and other small mammals,” just to let people know that the bridge was NOT intended for them to use. Wink wink. Who has ever heard of needing a permit to build a squirrel bridge? I blogged about the incident on January 26, 2015.




I met Joplin the summer of 2016. He told me of his intentions to raise money and find some budding engineers to build a permissible suspension bridge. I stayed up to date with his goings-on, but did not partake in anything other than walking in the woods. The following year, he built a new small mammals bridge, as small bridges do have the habit of wandering downstream in spring floods.




We had sold the house by the time work begun on the bridge. For Iris’s seventh birthday, we visited Joplin’s suspension bridge for the first time. It is a troll bridge. I love it! I miss you sorely, LaPlatte Nature Park.



The sign reads (with some punctuation edits):

One day a troll who lived in a mountain shouted: “There’s a cow bellowing!”

Seven years later, the troll who lived across the valley answered: “Couldn’t it just as well be a bull as a cow?”

Another seven years passed before the troll in a third mountain, nearby, screamed, “If you two don’t keep quiet and stop this commotion, I’ll have to move!”

The End.