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There’s a beautiful stand of locust trees up the road from my house. I love how the twisting, gnarled branches display against the sky.


In September, my mother and several of her retirement community friends rented a house in Stone Harbor on 121st. That’s just one block from the end of the developed part of Seven Mile Island. I was invited to join them this year and was excited to do some biking on the island. I was most interested in “flat” easy terrain – unlike our hills here in Vermont! The day I chose to ride the island it was very windy – so that definitely made up for the relative flatness of my ride! I started at the southern most part of the island and biked all the way to the top of the island – which took me through Avalon.
I stopped along the way to visit some old haunting grounds, especially the Avalon boardwalk. I spent a good bit of time in Avalon when my sons were young. At that time, my mother-in-law lived just off island and I would visit often in the summer with the kids. After getting Jim set up with a landscaping job, I’d head across the Commodore Barry Bridge and make my way to the shore via several New Jersey back roads while he stayed back in PA to work during the week. Jim would join me on the weekend and I remember it being such a relaxing, carefree time in our lives. My older son took his first steps at the shore and learned how to ride a two-wheeled bike on the boardwalk and in the Swainton neighborhood where we stayed. I was so fortunate to have spent so many wonderful, happy-go-lucky days in Avalon and Stone Harbor during those years as a young mother!

Back in the day, this was a favorite spot to access the beach – with a large parking lot and restrooms nearby – it was convenient with young kids. Of course, the ice cream place at the end of this group of stores was also an attraction! 🙂



Just past 122nd Street along 2nd Avenue and adjacent to the Stone Harbor Point Preserve parking lot is a small seaside garden maintained by the Stone Harbor Garden Club. Occupying some prime real estate and surrounded by fences and thick vegetation, it is easy to miss. The garden is a mix of annuals and perennials and harbors some sweet statuary and garden art – all on this tiny city lot. It is a meditative place – evoking a restorative atmosphere that wraps around those who dare to wander in and succumb to its charm.



I’m pretty sure these shorebirds are plovers. I might go as far as to say they are possibly juvenile Black-bellied Plovers or non-breeding adults. Chime in here all you bird experts and correct me if I’m wrong please! And inform me how to tell the difference 🙂
They were immensely entertaining on my beach walks at the Stone Harbor point. Their antics near the waterline were comical – running, stopping to peck at the sand for food, running some more. They reminded me of children frantically chasing the swash and backwash of the incoming waves trying not to get their feet wet. It was almost as if they were moving in fast motion – their little legs a blur as they ran!


I was still sitting in my home office (a.k.a the dining room table) working late when Jim came barreling through the front door insisting I come outside. He had poured a couple glasses of red wine and set up the Adirondack chairs on the patio facing west. With the extended warm spell, this might be our last night to enjoy a comfortable hour in the front garden gazing at the sunset. The air was still – not a whisper of a breeze – and quiet – not a single creature stirring or bird chirping. Magical! 🙂

I’ve been awaking early each morning before sunrise so that I can relax and organize my day with a quiet cup of coffee. I really need that meditative piece of time. This morning, between cups of java, I grabbed my camera and quickly ventured outside to capture this soft twilight glow.
Later, at lunch time, I took advantage of this unprecedented warm weather and embarked on a fast walk up the road. Everyday scenes from the neighborhood…..




With the mild temperatures continuing for another day, we decided to head out and get one more bike ride in before winter really grabs hold. Today, we chose the section of the Northern Rail Trail between Lebanon and Canaan. It was so refreshing to see so many people out enjoying the weather and using the rail trail.
This section of the trail follows the Mascoma and Indian Rivers and takes riders along the shore line of Mascoma Lake. Totally awesome day! Enjoy some shots below of the scenery along the way! 🙂




What a glorious day! It was warm enough to enjoy my morning coffee on the porch, plant my garlic – which was way overdue – and take a long carefree walk. It was also the day this country charted a new course. I’m looking forward to the next four years with Joe Biden and Kamala Harris navigating us through these tough waters ahead. Congratulations to them and to our country for proving that democracy and decency really do exist in America.



During my week in Stone Harbor this past September, I was thoroughly entertained by these shy creatures as I walked the Stone Harbor Point beach. At low tide, the beach is wide and long and towards the southern most tip of the island the ghost crabs are abundant.
I kept my distance as they are very timid. Eventually patience paid off and I was able to capture some good photos. This guy above hovered near the opening to his burrow as I was snapping off shots as if saying “come on – go ahead and take my picture!” Even with my zoom lens, I still needed to crop the photo above significantly! I love the way they skitter across the sand sideways and disappear into their burrows! It’s so comical.
The Latin name for this crab is Ocypode quadrata – and I learned that ocypode means “swift-footed” in Latin. They also hibernate in their burrows during the winter months. Cool!

A warm front moved into the area overnight and we are enjoying some nice mild temperatures over the next few days. During my lunch break, I wandered back to the pond to get some fresh air and enjoy the glorious sunshine!
As I was walking around the edge of the pond, I caught a glimpse of a large bird along the far bank. The red crest and familiar cuk-cuk-cuk call of the Pileated Woodpecker greeted me. He was shy and flew further away into the pine trees. I followed his flight path but each time I got close, he kept his distance. I’ll make a note to go back and sit quietly for a spell. Maybe, I’ll get a closer look!
As winter sets in, I notice seed pods. They are so fascinating. The milkweed pods near our pond have exploded over the past few weeks! The white, hair-like floss is designed as a tool to carry the wind-born seed for dispersal. Isn’t nature amazing!? 🙂
