On Friday afternoon, I drove down to my hometown of New Canaan, Connecticut. I am very fond of my hometown–and had a wonderful childhood and high school experience before leaving for college. I have to hold a lot of those memories only in my heart because my hometown street is unrecognizable–our medium-sized (in the 1980s at least) house was squashed
Read moreIt’s been a while since the Owl has posted a Sunday Gratitude. It’s not because there hasn’t been gratitude; it’s just that there is too much of it to post. And much of that gratitude has to do with an organization of which I am very clearly fond: Weston Forest and Trail Association. Yesterday was a very good day for
Read more. And now for what some would term a fluff piece. Listen, the Sunday NYT Magazine this is not but would you rather read about a found cat and the importance of good neighbors, or about anti-addiction medication causing women to lose their children’s custody? What a week it’s been in the US so let’s just go to kitties, okay?
Read more. On May 24, the Owl “published” a callout to support Weston Forest & Trail Association, the 501c3 organization that preserves and cares for the open space in our town. That is 90 miles of trails through 2000 acres of Conservation land. The goal was to raise money for trail care– a $5K for WFTA Challenge with National Trails Day
Read moreThe Weston Owl is two. I believe that makes it the cotton anniversary but I cannot imagine how I can work that into a story. I am mostly trying to work in a celebratory cake somehow. Celebratory tacos? Probably celebratory shoveling and laundry. Happy Sunday. For last year’s anniversary (the “paper anniversary”), I reviewed the Owl’s most popular posts of
Read moreIn case you weren’t aware of the seasons of rescue animals, right now is kitten season. The ferals of the world are having their feline families, with not enough human families stepping up to take them in. Our family cat, now six years old, is a former feral named Bobby Sweetface, seemingly a cat hitman from Miami. He is FIV+
Read moreI grew up in rural Westchester County, New York (well, it was rural then not so much now) and suburban Connecticut–I challenge anyone to have had a better childhood than mine running out the door and into the woods, kickball on the dead-end street, hiking the Hudson Valley mountains most weekends of spring, summer and fall. In New York, my
Read moreHooray, hooray, first day of May! And according to the forecasters, we might actually have real spring day–not the blustery chill of the last week. The leaves of trees are in their golden green phase now–popping out into the sweetest tiny versions of their future selves. The trees which remain full grey still–the two oaks that fill my yard with
Read moreIf you’ve been reading along with the Owl, you will know that my favorite spring flower is the daffodil. A symbol of hope and rebirth, alive with sunny warmth, there is nothing like seeing their waving little dance along the borders of walls, roads, and ponds. Last fall, on a cold day in November, the Country Garden Club and volunteers
Read moreAs many of the Owl readers know, I moved to Weston from Brazil almost eight years ago now, after six years living in São Paulo. Mr. Owl is Brazilian, the Owlets have dual citizenship and two native languages. In total, I have lived nine years in Brazil, and am fluent in Portuguese after many a painful experience as I gained
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