This morning the loveliest of fluffy snowflakes are swirling down, frosting the white pines and birches. It is my favorite kind of snow, the kind movies and memories are made from. Today it is also snowing inside, as I give my new snow globe a shake, smiling as the flakes cover and uncover the yellow lab and red cardinal. My
Read moreLast night, the Owl family re-watched Ted Lasso (third time) because we wanted to question our house guest about its similarity to “real” professional soccer locker rooms. Our guest, Jordan, is a former professional soccer player and current coach–arriving in the US a week ago to work with an owlet’s club team. Our family had volunteered to host him until
Read moreThis is the Weston Owl’s anniversary week. One year ago, the idea of creating a news page for Weston (which I had been contemplating for six months before that) turned into a decision on name, a “branding” with the talented folks at Fiverr, and an ongoing Gen X battle with WordPress. Today is about gratitude for the group of people–or
Read moreYou couldn’t have asked for a more perfect snow than Friday’s. Arriving as it did in the middle of the night, the Owl went to sleep in autumn, and woke up in winter, a gorgeous blanket over the brown scruffy grass and leaves. And it just kept coming down. Next door I could hear the elementary-school-aged kids already up and
Read moreIf you don’t have kids at the Weston Public High School, you might not know what a treasure the place is. No, I’m not talking about what happens inside the buidings–the physics and health classes, the lunchroom chaos, the daily life of being a student. I mean outside. I spend a lot of time on the campus–my habit is to
Read moreThe Owl is not a fan of rain. Never has been, never will be. Except for one thing: the Sessão da Tarde, which translates more or less to the afternoon matinee, made for the rainy day. Or in its simplest definition: lying on a couch watching a goofy movie and ignoring everything else–the wrapping, the Christmas cards, the outstanding action
Read moreIt’s the time of year that reveals a surprising amount of personal information about people and their lives. No need to call Norton Security or the Weston Police, but you might want to think about your Christmas tree. I think about mine a lot. As days go by after Thanksgiving, my Facebook page fills with photos from friends of their
Read moreYesterday, a prospective Eagle Scout recruited other Boy Scouts and parents to help out clearing a trail and old foundation walls at the old Cherry Brook Farm– aka the Merriam Barn near the Brush Dump on Merriam Street. During four hours, the invasives –bittersweet vines choking young trees, buckthorn, and a thicket of who-knows-what–were dealt death blows by loppers, chainsaws,
Read moreAnd then suddenly, unavoidably, miraculously, they are fifteen. The ones who made me a mom, who make me laugh even when I don’t want to, and cry the same way, the ones who make me wish I really did have a 270-degree head turn capability. In Portuguese, there is a term “mãe coruja” or owl mom which describes a mom’s
Read moreAs any of you who know the Owl personally know, my favorite time of the day is trail time. Every morning that I am in Weston, I am on a trail. In some sense, it’s my job – my volunteer role for Weston Forest & Trail Association is all about stewardship of the trails–checking easements, trees down, trail issues. It’s
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