We have adapted well, though. I am amazed at both Cara and Jennifer and their patience and tolerance. Finn has been a real trooper, too. He even hauled two huge bags of insulation up the stairs. Then he played alone for a good part of the weekend and did not complain about it.
An Amtrak thunders by Beacon.
Beacon Harbor. Notice that the thick vegetation is gone (see earlier shots). The vegetation was water chestnuts or water caltrops (trapa natans), an invasive species. Just like real caltrops, the outer shell of the fruit is very sharp and painful to step on.
Moonrise over Mt. Beacon. I was on the roof, for the first time ever, to patch a hole.
Mt. Beacon half an hour before moonrise. Jennifer got Finn a book about Boston. The book shows a picture of Beacon Hill, and Finn has that confused with our town and mountain.
1 comment:
I would love to know the forgotten word or expression from Pat.
Tony
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