june ttmmh

“I go down to the shore in the morning

and depending on the hour the waves

are rolling in or moving out,

and I say, oh, I am miserable,

what shall–

what should I do? And the sea says

in its lovely voice:

Excuse me, I have work to do.”

~ Mary Oliver, I Go Down To The Shore

Swinging at the pond with Bennett on my lap

Playing Nanny’s “Swing Patrol” with Elsie

Low cumulous clouds over the road East

Farm fields, truckers, honey pretzels, luggage, windmills, and vineyards

The Red Lion Inn that Papa and Nanny treasured, with its creaking floors and red, floral carpets and wood furniture and teapots over the fireplace and long, paned windows overlooking Stockbridge, Massachussetts

Common room of Stockbridge Library, regal and airy

New England cottages and gardens

Our own cottage with the knotty pine walls and heavy doors with latches

First visit to the sea, running the path and scrambling up onto the rocks

Dress whipping

Walking the seashore, singing

Rocks and shells


Our bedroom that reminded me of a ship’s cabin

Hanging my sunhat on a nail

Sweater and bandana

Sasquatucket Marina in a low fog, darkness, sailboat spires in the silence

Reading The Four Quartets as I waded the shoreline

Hands smelling like moss and cockles

Skipping the waves out into the Atlantic, ten-knot winds, and whales blowing and diving

Emailing Papa Larry each day, his stories of the places I now know

Red fox friends

Street names like Lighthouse Lane and Oyster Pond

Yellow Umbrella Books

Turtle crossing sign

Sunset on the sound, flying a kite with Trent, wrapped in a quilt with Janaya

Meeting the Elderedge Public Library — wooden railings, spiral staircase, green lamps, and nooks of books

Bubble tea in New York City

Grand Central Station

Sunset from a ferry

“Home and I are such good friends” — Anne Shirley

New gardening client, Mrs. Betty, and her lovely English-style home with flower gardens, a stone chimney, and tea sets in the windows

One ttmmh list can’t possibly hold all the good things we found in New England, so this summer, I want to take you to the sea with a project I’m calling, “The Cape Cod Letters.Read more…

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