I just scheduled a road test for my daughter, Lily, to get her NY state driver’s license. This means she has to hurry up and learn how to parallel park in the next week or so.
We are in the tug-of-war time between seasons. Yes, we know who will win. As the ground thaws out, the sweet, mucky scent of the warming earth will arise. Spring will drag winter through the glorious mud.
I stocked up on all my son’s favorite foods—pretzels and Canadian bacon. As it is the season, I cooked another favored meal: a corned beef and cabbage dinner. I made Irish soda bread and bought a tiramisu.
Coffee is a national mania. The National Coffee Association says that, in 2018, Americans drank more coffee than ever before, amounting to a whopping 400 million cups of coffee consumed nationally per day.
I have become the passenger in my own car since my teenage daughter, Lily, got her New York state drivers permit in November.
Last week toward the end of the nightly TV newscast, spliced in with reports of wildfires, the Mueller investigation and President George H.W. Bush’s funeral, there was a story of great optimism and progress. Easily overlooked in the chatter of the day, we heard a new sound. We heard the wind on Mars.
One dark afternoon you notice a few lazy flakes in the air. They melt before they hit the ground. “It’s snowing,” you shout. Everyone looks out the window. “Well, look at that,” they say. But mostly just the small children are enthusiastic about this “first snow.” They ask if they might be able to build a snowman.
The dew this morning is glistening on the spider webs in the grass. The sun outlines the delicate webs with dewdrop jewels and makes what, as children, we called “fairy tablecloths.”
Most of the former fields and pastures of our old farm here in French Woods, NY, haven’t been cut for about 20 years. The fields are overgrown and wild. Willow, and aspen and pine trees have sprung up. Hedges of hard hack and berry and rose bushes prevail.
What is there to do in Sullivan County, NY? Well, for myself and my husband, John, there is a lot. As locals, living just over the Sullivan County line, above Long Eddy, we had never visited a number of the biggest tourist attractions that Sullivan County has to offer.