Not too long ago I got an email from my sister. It wasn’t necessarily derogatory, nor was it sarcastic. It just stated one person’s views on how they suddenly noticed that they were “getting old.” Actually, it was something that had been sent from my cousin to my sister. Then my sister forwarded it all to me, along with some photos of her latest international jaunt — thus causing me to be thankful that we are “at home” this summer, working on the weed patch. Part of the letter sent to answer my cousin’s email was as follows: “My goodness it has been a very, very long time since I have seen you and even corresponded. And yes – how in the heck did we get this old! I don’t feel old – but every once in a while a friend reminds me that we are old. But I still live in my own home, have a dog and do garden ……I retired 4 years ago but am still active in my field of American Decorative arts.” What a pity it is that life has turned us somewhat topsy-turvy. When working full time, I had very little time to garden. At least, that was my excuse. Last summer we were gone much of the time, so the garden went to heck in the proverbial hand basket. This summer, though,...Read More
Author: "Pete Moss"
Have you ever noticed that life might seem to be rolling along smoothly when, suddenly, a little speed bump appears. Many people take this right in stride as a normal part of life, which it is. They proceed as if nothing was unusual. Me? Heck, no! I internalize . . . and start worrying. Experience over the years, though, has taught me that even in some of the worst events, things work out — whether I worry or not. The magic trick at this point is to take a deep breath, make a plan to cope with whatever is...Read More
Little did you know and, also, little did I know. This past weekend I had a chance to visit with the person who founded the most-recent Dover Times. I can’t remember exactly when I met Susana Bewley, but it was sometime in the last thirty years. To be more exact, it was closer to the thirty-year time frame. For most of that time, I associate Susana with The Dover Times. She is the person who felt the need to revive the then-defunct community newspaper. Now, I have been with the paper for the last twenty-four and a half years...Read More
We had a windfall — in more ways than one. The dictionary gives me two definitions: The first is something (such as a tree or fruit) blown down by the wind; secondly, it might also be an unexpected, unearned, or sudden gain or advantage. With the storm on May 28th, two-thirds of our red delicious tree was definitely a windfall. Not only were we provided with firewood, there was also an abundance of smaller branches to be chopped up for mulch. We’re not even mentioning the gallons of half-developed fruit on the ground and still on the toppled tree....Read More