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
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
It is now that the sap is running in the maples, and dripping into buckets around town. Although, we aren't a leader in syrup production, we do alright. It's a good feeling to seek out, and buy a local product instead of pulling an imported one off the shelf at Shaw's.
Mud season is exactly that. The frozen ground melting as the suns angle increases, and is more in our favor. Soon, the mud begins to dry, the puddles seep below the turf, and the buds begin to form on the trees.
Be alert. Look for the signs of the change. When you see them, it is like a tonic after a long winter with signs of life mostly hidden from view.
A different bird in the garden, small plants showing themselves through the mud, the smell of wet soil, and later, as the air warms a bit more, the peepers announce the official start of life renewed to us each evening.
A short, and simple season, but one with the most promise.
Be alert. Look for the signs.