Author Archives: jerry

Nonnie and I picked blueberries a few days ago, at Schartner Farms’ site in Exeter, on the east side of Route 2, across from the large farm stand. Slim pickings. In past years, the rows of blueberry bushes were draped … Continue reading →

We were prepared to discover a new world of subtle taste and aroma–and to learn frothy new adjectives to describe it–but we were utterly unprepared for the controlled explosion that is Richard Paterson. Sleek Falstaff in a kilt, Paterson is … Continue reading →

Unsure of the accuracy of the Turkish translation of the sentence “Good enough to serve to company” that I plucked from an English/Turkish translation website and included in my previous post, I copied the words and sent them to the … Continue reading →

The recipe was published in the New York Times last week, and it’s a keeper. As they might say in Turkey, “Hizmet etmek için yeterince iyi şirket!” (Good enough to serve to company!) The recipe says to use a vegetable … Continue reading →

In preparation for hurricane season and winter, the electric company has hired a tree service to cut back branches from the top two wires on utility poles around town. A two-man crew was here the other day on a side … Continue reading →

That’s a word I hesitate to write this time of year, when summer is in full stride, the turf grass dormant, only the indomitable weeds plump and green, the compacted soil at the edge of the driveway as dense as … Continue reading →

Earlier this summer, Nonnie and I were walking at East Matunuck State Beach, our weekly routine year round. There are few better places to carve a path in the sand. The same sky and the same ocean never look the … Continue reading →

Made a birthday cd for my friend Jeff Silva, a grand lad. Here’s the set list: 1)    Oh My Heart                               R.E.M.                                    … Continue reading →

Coming back from an errand in town today, this caught my eye while heading west on Saugatucket Road, on the left, just before the intersection with Route 108. A lost turtle. Good heavens. The neighborhood’s telephone poles regularly sport new … Continue reading →

Why should the wee chap called the house wren belong to the family Troglodytae? I thought a troglodyte was a slang word for a caveman, like good old slope-browed Alley Oop, or any pre-homo sapiens humanoid. Urban Dictionary is neither … Continue reading →