Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?
These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.
Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...
...seems to be working so far
Thursday, July 24, 2008
"Who'll Stop the Rain?"
I think we've received 19.7 inches of rain at my house since Sunday, and this afternoon a duck knocked on my door and asked for a towel.
I love rain. Really. Nothing like Mother Nature giving you the day off from outdoor stuff that you might like, but would like a break from, too.
I try to mow the lawn at least once each week. In the spring, I do it it about every 5 days. Recently, I could do it every 2-3 days. I'm not complaining. I like mowing the lawn. It only takes an hour, but this season I can't seem to keep up. Yesterday, the kids from across the street ran across my lawn and I needed to go to a second floor window in order to find them.
I should back off on the Turf Builder.
So, to answer those that have said, "I wish that guy would just dry up."
Hey, I'm trying.