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1 week ago |
mvtimes.com | Hermine Hull
After the previous week’s springlike weather, this past week had me bringing out the turtlenecks, sweaters, and socks I thought would rest undisturbed until October. My quilt went back on the bed. We even had a little fire in the woodstove to take the chill off during those rainy, raw days. The Thursday storm that had been predicted with such alarm turned out to be a lesser assault on our island than expected. Somewhere I read someone commenting that Memorial Day is always chilly and rainy here.
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2 weeks ago |
mvtimes.com | Hermine Hull
I love every minute of this time of year, especially the illusion of living in a Wolf Kahn painting as I observe the leaves emerging in our woods. Colors change every day, and light moves across and through thickets of branches. Pink, lavender, an orange-tinged green, finally a bright, almost-chartreuse that contrasts with the bits of sky still visible. These leaves will darken soon, and our woods will take on the closed, dull green of summer that obscures everything.
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3 weeks ago |
mvtimes.com | Hermine Hull
I’m looking out my windows, not wanting to miss a moment as spring changes from its early subtlety to the thickness of summer. We have had just the right combination of sunny days and rainy days to make new leaves appear overnight through our woods, and everything seems to bloom in a rush before it gets too hot. Or too dry. Or too whatever the summer will bring. Harriet Bernstein invited me over to see her cherry trees. It’s always an iffy pleasure.
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1 month ago |
mvtimes.com | Hermine Hull
I am writing on my first day out after being sick. It’s a lovely spring day, pleasantly warm, with no wind. Mary Bohan was here from Old Saybrook, showing her brother and sister-in-law, Micky and Chris Kelly, around the Island for a few days, and having a little time with James, Steph, and Iyla. Blue and I were invited over for breakfast, and it was nice to sit outside eating James’s blueberry pancakes.
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1 month ago |
mvtimes.com | Hermine Hull
I’m an old dog. There’s no denying it. I like to do things the way I have always done them. But I also like to keep current on the latest practices, and veterinary medicine is always changing. My feline friend Mahatma came to see me recently. Five years ago we discovered that Matty, as I call him for short, was diabetic. His blood glucose was elevated and he was losing weight. In order to understand what happened next, let’s review diabetes mellitus.
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