This week's column will be filled with midwinter magic and superstition.
The Wolf Moon on Monday brought high tides that transformed Lambert's Cove Beach, among other coastal areas.
Finally, a proper snowfall! Friday was just lovely.
Island kids began the week with a totally unnecessary but thrilling early dismissal from school.
Here we find ourselves at the end of another year. Each day is a little longer now, and every extra minute of light in the sky feels like a gift.
This time of year always pulls us in two directions, doesn't it? The waning light and cold air, the quiet woods and windswept beaches, seem to direct us inward.
Last year, shortly before the election, the kids and I planted a small fortune's worth of bulbs at my parents' house: red tulips, snowdrops and blue hyacinths.
Childhood is a strangely-shaped box and once you clamber out you can never quite fit back inside.
There will be an information session with the energy committee at the library at 2:30 p.m. on Dec. 5.
