Something Scary: The Highwayman

Something Scary: The Highwayman

I am not one who likes to be spooked--I have never been inside of a haunted house and I doubt that I ever will. I don't enjoy horror movies where ghastly ghouls and masked murderers leap from behind trees and I cringe at even the previews for exorcism movies.

I prefer my frights to creep quietly from the words on a page, or from a scratchy voice accompanied by the pop of a campfire or a twig snapping in the distance. I prefer scary poems to anything else.

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Something Scary: Visit to the Apple Farm

Something Scary: Visit to the Apple Farm

Today, we spent the morning apple picking at Lyman Orchards in Middlefield, Connecticut. I started by taking pictures of the apples on the trees, the orchard views, and the changing leaves. The photos were pretty, but all exactly the same as those I took while apple picking two years ago.

With the "Something Scary" theme in mind, I started looking for a different angle.  As it turns out, that angle was down. 

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Something Scary: The Heights of St. Paul's Cathedral

Something Scary: The Heights of St. Paul's Cathedral

Truthfully, there isn't much that is frightening about St. Paul's Cathedral. The marble is bright and there doesn't seem to be a dark corner anywhere inside. Artwork meant to commemorate and inspire fills every space, from floor to ceiling.

But let's take a look at the statistics, shall we? See the stone balustrade (the fancy word for railing I learned just today) that curves along the base of the dome? That's called the Stone Gallery--it sits 170 feet above the cathedral floor and you have to climb 376 steps to get there.

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Photo Friday: Fall is Here!

Photo Friday: Fall is Here!

Fall came quickly here--temperatures dropped from 87 one week to 72 the next, and this week the rainy weather took us down into the mid-fifties. I must admit that, after last winter left us with frozen snow piles into the first week of may, the chilly weather has a cruel "too soon" feel.

Everything else around us seems ready for fall, though--leaves started to turn yellow as soon as the temperature changed and the squirrels have been busy collecting and burying acorns all around campus for the past two weeks. (Did you know that a squirrel can smell a buried acorn even through a foot of snow?)

I suppose I can get ready for fall, too--

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Leaps of Faith and Roads Not Taken

Leaps of Faith and Roads Not Taken

I've been reading David Mitchell's The Bone Clocks this month, and while I'm nowhere near finished, I wanted to share a passage from the last page that I read today (no spoilers):

One of the narrators (there are a few!), named Hugo, is different; there is something special that distinguishes him from "the Normals," as he calls them, of the everyday world. At this point in the novel, Hugo is stopped in the street by a group of men in a white SUV who invite him to become someone/something different, an opportunity to evolve. But he must decide to leave the relative safety of the life he knows right now.

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Photo Friday: Blueberries

Photo Friday: Blueberries

The temperatures here are still hovering in the low eighties, which means that our air conditioners are still hard at work for most of the afternoon. But the nights are slightly cooler and we've watched our first football games of the season, so it seems that autumn's arrival is inevitable.

Before trading in the sweet, summer peaches for crisp apples, we headed to a nearby beach for lobster rolls and I picked up a pint of blueberries from the farmer's market to bake into muffins.

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10 Answers to the Question, "So How's New Haven?"

10 Answers to the Question, "So How's New Haven?"

We're 6 weeks into our 104(ish)-week stint in New Haven, Connecticut, we've attended more than 2 dozen get-to-know-(people/New Haven/Yale/SOM) events, and we're 2 weeks into what may be the beginnings of a routine. We've also traveled back to Atlanta twice this month, which means we've been asked, "So How's New Haven?" many, many times.
 
Here are my top 10 answers:

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Weathering the Storm: A Murphy's Law Vacation

Weathering the Storm: A Murphy's Law Vacation

We call it The Camping Trip, because it needs no further introduction.

We like to believe that everyone has one, a Murphy’s Law Vacation, when anything that can go wrong does go wrong, and then some. The one when your sister, skipping in the sunshine, trips over an untied shoelace and fractures her wrist only hours before your other sister perches on a rotting log that is home to hundreds of fire ants. Or the one to Maine in the summertime, when the seventy-eight degree air feels just warm enough, so you give into the temptation and take a casual dip into the crystal clear lake, only seventy-eight degree air doesn’t do much to warm up the water temperature and someone catches a slight case of hypothermia. Or the it’s-so-hot-you-can-fry-an-egg-on-pavement camping trip to Kentucky, when you finally cry Uncle after a week of sleeping in hair-dryer heat and check into a hotel on the last night.

We call ours The Camping Trip, and it started with rain.

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