February 22, 2025

Good morning!

It’s Saturday, and it was so cold while we were gone that the edges of the cove have been covered in a layer of ice that always reminds me of those old wax canning seals or the cream at the top of a milk bottle. A little crackle along the corners is normal, but for the ice to reach that little red bait shack is something else indeed.

After sniffing the air and hugging some trees yesterday, I set about tightening a few human connections. I shoveled for the oil truck and chatted with our pharmacist. I picked up our mail at the post office, picked up more birdseed at the hardware store, picked up more wine and cheese at the…you guessed it…wine and cheese shop. At each juncture, I was met with a smile of recognition, a “Hello!” and a “How’ve you been?” that are worth crossing any ocean.

“We must lay up our supplies—of love, care, trust, community and resolve—so we may resist the storm.”

—Rebecca Solnit

Onwards we go,

Clara