Pollen is ruling our world right now. Our black Subaru Outback is coated with a dull yellow powder, no matter how often we wash it. We blow through a box of tissues (literally) every couple days. And my daughter’s asthma and wheezing have been flaring up to the point of having to do breathing treatments with a nebulizer.
These days, I’m spending every free moment haunting my gardens: pulling weeds, annihilating snails and tent worms, and of course admiring blooms. The flowers around my yard are almost like a map of my life and friendships from the past 10 years. When I moved in in 2008, people began to give me plants from their own gardens.
The trees are a big part of what makes life here special. They provide us with fresh air, seasonal color, privacy, shade, firewood, lumber, maple syrup and animal habitat, not to mention the opportunity to reflect on strength, growth and the passage of time.
We spent the second half of April in northern Wisconsin, where my cousin was getting married. When we arrived, there were two feet of snow on the ground, and the lakes were still completely frozen over. We braved the chill in our sleeveless dresses and sandals, and had a great time celebrating Tori and Jason.
Spring clean-up has begun at our house. We’ve been outside trimming the dry flower stems from our 2017 gardens, opening up our birdhouses to take out last year’s nests, and tidying up broken branches from the back yard. I love having a fire going to burn up the sticks and stems… and maybe roast a couple marshmallows while we’re at it.
They say its spring, but I need proof. So, I’ve been working hard to see beyond the half a foot of snow in my backyard. If I look down, I see the floors in our house are covered in muddy boot prints. I guess that’s a good sign. If I look up, I see crows carrying twigs in their beaks to prepare their nests.
It’s been a memorable March thus far in Narrowsburg and surrounding areas: no power for almost a week, downed trees we’ll be cleaning up for years to come, and a textbook case of how a community comes together to cope in an emergency.
It’s March. It’s a weeknight. And you’re looking to go out for dinner or drinks in Narrowsburg. In years past, your options would have been pizza (Carini’s, 112 Kirks Rd.), or Chinese food (China King, 225 Bridge St. or Chinatown Kitchen, 116 Kirks Rd.).
My television viewing patterns have changed a lot in recent years: less channel surfing; more watching what I want, when I want. At our house, we usually stream movies and shows on Netflix and YouTube. But did you know that the Western Sullivan Public Library system offers a free movie streaming service?
When I first came to Narrowsburg in 2004, the Narrowsburg Central School was about to close, and word on the street was that there were no more kids in Narrowsburg. Anyone who wanted a family had moved. That struck me as odd.