Author Archives: mollymiron

The spring birds are back. Hummers, rose-breasted grosbeaks (the males in their tuxedos with red cravats and the females in drab but with peachy colored wing pits) and orioles. I’ve never had such a flock. I counted 30 orioles at … Continue reading →

We moved to Pinesol in the spring of 2000. That summer, Doug built a barn, aka run-in, aka horse hovel, on the foundations of an old 10-or-so-cow stanchion barn. The late Lowell Pierce helped him with the roof. Well, this … Continue reading →

Our son, Joshua, his wife, Stephanie, and daughter, Billie Rose, live in a suburb of Boston. It occurred to me that they might have gone into the city by the conventient train, which stops a few blocks from their home, … Continue reading →

For the first seven years at Pinesol, Doug cut our firewood from a scappy woods, leaving the healthy trees to make a park-like landscape. He still harvests a few trees each year such as broken-top poplars and uprooted basswoods. But … Continue reading →

I have been in the newspaper business since 1987, if you don’t count the Sunday afternoons I joined my mother at the Bridgeport Post and wrote the occasional teen feature. I have always worked for dailies, but this winter, I’m … Continue reading →

In the spring of 1957, my family moved to Newtown, Conn. and I attended Mary Elizabeth Hawley Elementary School, then serving students grade k-7. It was dedicated in 1930 and named for the benefactress, who also donated funds for the … Continue reading →

Eggs On May 4, our day-old chicks came home from Kelly Larson’s incubator. They were little fluffballs of various colors (4 breeds). They graduated from a home in the cellar in a storage bin under a heat lamp to a … Continue reading →

Big dig October has been a more eventful month than anyone would ever wish. On Oct. 14, I tripped on a rumpled runner rug and lurched into the adjacent grandfather clock’s glass door panel, which shattered causing serious cuts to … Continue reading →

The droughty summer and fall have not dimmed the colors, at least not in my front yard poplars. The oaks look terribly dry. I hope I won’t lose any. The last precip we had here in Pinesol was a snow … Continue reading →