The little boat did kind of look like a terrapin. It was a bit beamy and of a design almost guaranteed not to capsize. It was a perfect small tender for a larger boat. And a safe one for a couple of adventurous teens to explore the Harbor. I had enjoyed my time with the kids as they "helped" design the transom banner I'd carve for them.
Spinney let me accompany him one afternoon while he did a marine survey of a sloop one of his regular customers was interested in buying. The sloop was on the hard, so Spinney first walked around, taking in the general lines and appearances of the boat. Next, he noted and mentioned to me items the general upkeep and condition of the boat.
Maybe one of you can help me? I've misplaced a location and can't find it.
The Cap'n finished tamping his pipe, lit it, and then tersely commented- "They're just Summer Complaints." My wife, her mother, and Cap'n's brother nodded in agreement. I kept quiet.
The back area of our lot abuts part of a wildlife sanctuary. It's a sort of wing or peninsula off of the main property that juts up into our street; it's a few house lots deep. Just big enough to provide privacy and the comfort that no one will build behind our old house.
There were many times I came to the brink of mutiny when the Cap'n would "suggest" over dinner that I help him with some chore. Of course, it was almost always enthusiastically approved by my wife and mother-in-law, Cora. They thought that Wes was helping "Daddy" was a fantastic idea.
Vendetta, my father told me, was an art invented by the Catalans. Hot, cold, mild, or spiced, Catalan's mastered it. That was where I left it until I moved to Maine. There I learned it was a bit more complicated.
It's not about to be inducted into the Winter Storm Hall of fame. And it's not a hybrid monster freakout "caused by Climate Change" event. No, it's just a skim coat of white stuff over my freshly prepared garden beds.
As you probably know, maple sap is mostly water. So to get syrup, you boil off all that water. In the meantime, all that heat from boiling and all that water make the home a moist warm environment.
For the time being, all but the most resistant of the snow piles have retreated into the darkest and coldest garden corners. This would be a happy prospect. But the rain that washed away the snow revealed all the poles, planks, pots, tools, and general debris left from last year's gardening.