The little sloop Pussytoes was to get rechristened. Around the boatyard, we snickered. Who'd want to sail the on the Pussytoes?
The Good Boat
Soup
For many years the middle of February meant trotting off into the woods south of Boston for an annual winter hike in the snow.
Soon
A botanist assured me once that even here in New England, some flower is in bloom in every month of the year.
Healing
My last stint doing bottom paint, wooding old varnish, was almost exactly twenty years prior.
Remembering
The healthy growth of forests was a later phenomenon, he told me. When he was young, there were few trees; wood got cut for heat.
Clipper
The Cap'n might have had an almost divine sense for what would work for his boat.
REO
Spinney, a dedicated deacon in his church, took the old testament injunction to heart: “You shall not muzzle an ox while it treads out the grain.”
Light Air
Sultry is not the usual term used for days on the coast. The realtors, tourist industry, and boat brokers want you to think about cooling breezes, glorious summer sunsets on the beach, and romantic dinners at outside venues.
The Pier
It had been a stylish "Little Black Thing" before the total immersion experience.
This is not Narnia
Over the next couple of months, my friends and I taught Sarah how to shop in the Haymarket from the pushcarts at closing time.
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