INSTALLATION

AG Jim Fusco did our Installation of our two newest members;  Mary Ellen Ryall and Fred Cochrane.   A Warm Rotary Welcome into the Rotary Club of Fitchburg

Read about my new adventure with native habitat and butterfly and other pollinators.

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I am in a rush so here it is real quick and I'll come back later to write, tag, categorize etc!  Had lots of fun creating this one, and hope you have fun colouring!  Wishing you all a lovely day!

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Reblogged from Cindy Dyer's Blog:

The Bozzone family graces the cover of the May/June 2013 issue of Hearing Loss Magazine, which is published bimonthly by the Hearing Loss Association of America (HLAA). Jason and his wife, Melissa, have three children. Their youngest child, Madeline, has a hearing loss. In this issue of the magazine, Melissa writes about Madeline in "Our Party of Five: Madeline’s Story." Julie Fisher, the Walk4Hearing Program Assistant, interviewed Jason for this issue as well.

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I can’t write and work on computer unless I have this naturalyl high music playing. I love it beyond all compare.

Stephen Hill has been broadcasting Hearts of Space Music out of CA since the 1980s. I used to live in San Francisco when I first heard the radio broadcast. I have Hearts of Space matter where I live. I am a paying member and true to HOS. Simply can’t live without it.

Cheers

China my pal

It is a balmy May day today. I took the bus out to Winter Hill Farm, Ashby West Road, Fitchburg. No one was home. Good plan. I had the farm to myself for a few hours. Let China, 11 year old cat out. She loves it when I come and wants to pal around with me.  A mourning cloak butterfly flew into lilac and a yellow tiger swallowtail was seen flitting about on flowers in the front yard. It is only May and the swallowtails are here. This is early.

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Picked up my bamboo poles, a pail with fresh composted earth and aged manure, a trowel and my seeds. And out to the Wild Butterfly Habitat I went.  Removed some blackberry bramble and cleared a small area. Put plastic down, I hated to, but I didn’t have any newspaper. Instead I put my composed  soil on top and firmly planted seeds. My hope is that the seeds will germinate and I will be able to transplant them to a better soil preparation that I will undertake over the next few weeks.

I came back to the barn and pulled up a lawn chair to sit on and ate my bagel with cream cheese and chives and drank from a bottle of water. A short while later my brother in law came out of the house. He had arrived home from work when I was up in the woods.

Jack offered me a ride on the ATV and I hitched a ride back up to the woods. This time I was headed to Frog Pond. He left me where the trail forked because there are too many rocks and boulders to cross over. Then I headed out by foot and found the trail that leads to the pond.

Lobilia cardinalis

There with memories of the past in Lusby, So. MD, and my friend Audrey Scharmen, a writer and plant friend, I planted beloved Lobilia cardinalis. The cardinal plant likes to have her feet wet and head in the sun. I planted her in the peat moss and decayed leaf compost. I hope they make it. I have waited so long  to have another encounter with one of my favorite plants that still clings to my memories of beautiful things in my life.

I am an elder and working with lawyer to protect my books and intellectual property rights. I am saddened to learn of this deceitful manipulation of  Harper Lee, the reclusive author of To Kill a Mockingbird, by  her agent, Samuel L. Pinkus, and his affiliates. As an elder, we too can become victims of abuse.

I surely hope that Nelly Harper Lee wins the case. It is unthinkable of the distress she might feel because of this breach of trust.

I have known about Eleanor’s move to PA and her dedication to caring for the blueberry farm for at least a year. I know her mother Worth Cooley-Prost, an artist in Washington, DC area.  Eleanor and her friend have the heartbeat to care for the land. They have been managing the Blueberry Farm. Please read her letter. Perhaps you will see an opportunity that the girls need in order to stay on the land and grow blueberries.

I wouldn’t mind supporting if the farm was going to be a coop where each person who donated could claim a portion in ownership. It could be a refuge in this vastly destructive world. Is there an opportunity here? Let me know if Eleanor’s DREAM speaks to you too and how we can move forward in generating economic security of the farm and livelihood of two human souls who care for the land.