Farming/Nature
The Beating Sun
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I grew up before sunscreen was a thing.
The Suffield Observer (https://thesuffieldobserver.com/author/abby-wolcott/)
If you have never sat quietly in the presence of a toad you are missing out on one of the finest experience that life holds.
Looking back, I cannot fault my parents for at least trying to civilize us. This included family vacations.
Not too long ago at dusk, we met a group of Hartford Audubon Society birders to watch the crows come home to roost for the night. Our fearless leader had been observing the crows’ behavior for several weeks and instructed us to meet in Hartford at a school near Flatbush Ave.
Growing up, when December rolled around my mom would decorate our mantle with a woodland scene.
I loved being in first grade at Bridge Street School. My teacher, Mrs. Hinson, all decked out in her floral dress, was very nurturing and taught us to read and to do math.
If I happen to be walking the canal path on one of these last warm days sometimes, I see a cormorant fishing
For me, growing up with a slew of boys had a lot of pluses, but it must have been exhausting for my mom.