This issue marks the end of our thirtieth year in publication.
When winter comes and nature calls,We go off-Island to the malls,Obeying some primeval urgeTo browse department stores and splurge.
Vacation tide has long rolled out. Tourists have evaporated into thin air and been replaced with thin ice. Welcome to the trenches.
Yes, the phrase “Home & Garden” evokes visions of sprawling acres, elaborate man caves, and limited-edition artisanal wallpaper, but it has finally come time to shed light away from the Goliaths and onto the Davids of the Home & Garden game.
It is a singular variety of good fortune to dwell in one place that you love for many years. To watch the mail-order twigs you and your best friend planted grow into mature creatures. For that is what plants are – creatures – when you live with them for ten or twenty years. Or more. If you don’t believe it, you have not cohabited with a wisteria.
There are dog people, and cat people, and horse people, and bird people. And then there are the people who never saw a pet they didn’t love. Or at least try to love.
One evening not long ago I discovered that my phone can take time-lapse movies. Now, I’m sure everyone with the ubiquitous phone that we all apparently can’t live without has known about this feature for a long time. But I don’t take a lot of photographs, so it was new to me. I happened to be out watching the sun go down over the water at the time, so I propped the phone on a nearby stone and set it to record the final moments of a hot summer day and the arrival of night.