is a wonderous "hot dish" of nature, places and people.
We’re one week away from the unofficial start of summer. Next weekend is Memorial Day weekend. In stutter-steps the weather has become more summery. In another week or so we’ll be safe from frost for at least a couple or three months. Meanwhile, I continue to suffer from the delusion that I can, someday soon, get “caught up,” and then move into maintenance mode. Each time I come close, the seasons, and the seasonal chores, change and the changeover adds to the seasonal chores.
If I’m honest, the last time I really was caught up I was living by myself in a small three room apartment with my pickup and two boats, one for fishing, the other for clamming, parked in the yard. The yard was the landlord’s to mow. We were close to the Atlantic so there was rarely snow to shovel. In those days I didn’t even have a dog to care for. No wonder I had so much time to go hunting and fishing despite working a full time job.