Finally! Crosswalks and STOP lines at the junction of Madison Street and Sanger Avenue.
Not all of the cross walks have their intermediary stripes, but at least some
solid lines are there to serve the immediate need.
Not all of the cross walks have their intermediary stripes, but at least some
solid lines are there to serve the immediate need.
North Country Landscapers have delivered trees to Sanger Avenue,
ready for planting tomorrow, perhaps.
ready for planting tomorrow, perhaps.
Asked why the new trees will be in groups of, say, six maples, six oaks, six locust, etc. - Mr. Paul Evans of the D.O.T. said that it would give a more "formal appearance" and that they were hurrying to get everything in the ground in time for the Saturday Dedication Ceremony.
Mr. Hudson continues to make improvements to the old Hotel,
and Morgans' Hardware, we think, offers an outstanding opportunity for curb-side shopping!
If maples have been a little disappointing, this Fall, the bright red Winged Euonymous (Winged spindle tree) is doing exactly as it's supposed to!
And on Madison Street, the caramel-colored maples are perfect accessories to the Lucas residence.
Early today, Katie Peck sent me a nice note and a snippet from this poem.
Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
October's Bright Blue Weather
O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
Thanks, Katie!
