Sunday, December 30, 2012

#482: Surfside at dawn

Only that day


to which

 we are awake.

Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, December 29, 2012

#481: A year of Nantucket beaches

End of the year contemplative post.
Regrets, blessings, resolutions to do better.
How about some pretty pictures instead?
One per month, never before published:
January: Surfside Beach

February: Easy Street boat basin

March: Sphagnum Peat Moss in Squam Swamp
I know it's not the ocean but I was craving green
after a long grey winter.

April: Nantucket Sound from the ferry.

May: Sunset over Surfside

June: Straight Wharf in the fog

July: Water Tower beach
I know you can't see the water,
it's just over that dune,
but isn't this one plucky kid?

August: Grey skies at the Grey Lady fast ferry dock.

September: Tom Nevers, County Fair

October: Madaket Harbor
Opening Day, Family Scalloping

November: Nor'easter a week after Hurricane Sandy
Sandy didn't bother us a bit but
the nor'easter sent waves into the streets.
this is Broad Street, looking towards the harbor.

Sandy did give us some churning surf.
Standing in the wind, hearing the roar of the waves,
stung by sand, this verse comes to mind:

The seas have lifted up, Lord,
The seas have lifted up their voice;
The seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,
Mightier than the breakers of the sea--
The Lord on high is mighty.

December: Easy Street boat basin
Mighty in love,
to come to us as a baby,
then to pour out His life
 so we might come to Him.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

#480: Island Critters

Today I am in a slough of despond.
Two of my kids left the island on tonight's ferry
because tomorrow's isn't expected to run.
When a storm's coming, you have to get off-island
before it hits.
So, to climb out of the slough,
I'm thanking Jesus for the 'others' who share my world.
My big helper who sets up folding chairs
every Sunday for Sunday school.

Our daily guest.
There's a bird feeder in that cherry tree.
The bluejays spill the cracked corn and the deer
comes by and eats it off the ground.

Scallops. Without scallops we would have to close
our fish market in the winter.
Thank you, Lord, for scallops.
Profitable and yummy.

Asha Ava. She is just so cute, isn't she?
Hedgehogs make me think God was laughing when 
He made them.

Golden retriever. This is a quintessential Nantucket dog.
We don't have one. I am too lazy to own a dog.

Chickens are no trouble.
We have 18, each with her own personality.
Anytime you need to de-stress,
just go in a henhouse at night and listen
 to the murmur of the hens.
I should make you a tape.

He is huge and warm and friendly.
When you pick him up, he always purrs.
A cat purring on my lap erases despondency every time.
Thank you, Lord, for cats.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

#479: Nantucket White Christmas

It is 46 degrees out this morning.
Here's my Christmas gift to whoever reads
this blog:
A white Christmas, circa unknown. 
India Street

Company of the Cauldron,
dripping snow

Temple to Athena

Christmas colors

A sun deck, unpeopled.

The Bean, well peopled.

Crabapple tree in the library park.
Feast your eyes and 
enjoy the day's feasting.
Joy to the world, the Lord is come!

Saturday, December 22, 2012

#478: It's not a dump

It's Nantucket's Environmental Park.
No more driving your pick-up truck to the edge
of the pit and pushing everything out the back.
Oh no, there's a place for everything
and everything in its place.
 So, if you're not the sort of person 
who recycles your neckties into tuffets,
Or you have an extra bit of t-shirt left from gift-wrapping,
Don't put it in the kitchen trash!
Cloth is a big no-no in household garbage.

It gets caught in the Digester.
It makes big fuzzy clumps
(think hairballs in cats),
which clogs up the machinery.
Cloth goes in the bulky bin.
In fact, I have an extra trash can in my studio
specifically designated 'fabric' so I won't get confused.

When the Digester is working we get lovely compost

And topsoil, free for the taking.

When it's not working we get a 
really stinky dump and huge repair bills.
So, please, toss your fabric bits and clothes that are
too ratty for the Take-it-or-Leave-it
into the Bulky Bin.
Both my nose and my wallet thank you.

Friday, December 21, 2012

#477: Eco-wrapping with t-shirts

Surprise! You, too, can wrap presents stress-free.
True confession, I am wrapping-impaired.
Let's just say tape and scissors and paper and I
are not a good combination.
Even before I knew those colored papers didn't recycle,
I hated wrapping and I hated how wasteful it all was.
Oh sure, you can try to flatten and save for next year,
like my mother-in-law always did.
But who wants to be the paper police on Christmas?

T-shirts are the answer.
You know you have at least half a dozen
of these stuck in a drawer.
Race shirts, charity events, kids' teams...
all year we get t-shirts we'll never wear.
Well, here's their redemption:

Cut off the sleeves and neck.
Cut off the hem on the bottom.

Sew up that hem on your machine.
What? You don't keep your sewing machine out?
OK, you can cut 2" slits an inch apart all around the bottom,
then tie them together but it'll take you longer.

Pop in the present, tie the loops and voila!
The gift tags are cut up college catalogs.
Nice shiny paper, punch a hole and tie it on.

A big box requires more fabric.
If the giftee is a Red Sox fan, leave this side out.
Otherwise, sew the bottom, flip inside out,
tuck in the box and tie.

This is what you do with the arms.

Sew a bit of the hem on the short edge.
Insert gift and tie. Easy smeasy.

The rosettes on top are simple: just twist.
See the ribbons? There's your bottom hems.
That biggest box has an XXL t-shirt just wrapped around it.
No cutting or taping, just tie and tuck.

Merry Eco-Christmas.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

#476: Winter Harbor

This multi-million dollar beachfront home,
with a deck for sipping cocktails while
watching sailboats in the harbor,
has a different life in winter.
Seagulls drop shellfish, mostly scallops, on the deck.
When the shells break the gulls swoop down to 
eat the meat.

And fly swiftly away when they get caught.

No sailboats but plenty of activity.
Those black forms are family scallopers,
out with their rakes getting supper.
Some are working extra to fulfill Christmas requests.

The hero returns.

 To his fan club, checking the basket.
Woohoo, scallops tonight.
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