The full moon of November, called the Beaver Moon, will rise on Friday, Nov. 19, joined by a partial lunar eclipse.
Town meeting is next week. Do you have a ride secured, a childcare plan, your knitting packed?
Do you ever feel that the weather so perfectly echoes your emotional state -- cloud cover, likelihood of precipitation, even record-shattering events such as last week's bomb cyclone -- that your psychological health might just as well be charted by your local meteorologist?
I'm writing this during a lovely, cozy, stormy afternoon, which looks as though it will get even stormier.
This week's column will be science-heavy, complete with long words.
Don't forget about the Harvest Festival on Saturday, Oct. 16 at the Agricultural Hall. It starts at 10 a.m. and goes until 3 p.m. Admission is free.
There is a moment almost every year when I'm out in the middle of the woods, wearing brown, and it dawns on me that it's hunting season.
There is no need to rhapsodize about the weather, which sings for itself.
Thanks go out to those who made possible the roses tumbling over the white fence in front of the Congregational Church; the mums on the porch of the Ag Hall; and especially the gourd hanging at the end of Old Courthouse Road.
