Hello! Happy almost Friday! I hope you all enjoyed Mother’s Day! What wind! I hope everything is still intact. We were driving home from Westhampton on Saturday when we saw what we thought was a cloud of dust ahead of us. Well, it wasn’t dust but a cloud of yellow pine pollen that had covered the road. I have never seen anything like that in my life. Hopefully the pollen won’t be this bad ever again. My best wishes to all who suffer from allergies.
Due to the inclement weather on Saturday, Baiting Hollow Congregational Church’s annual yard sale has been rescheduled for this Saturday, May 15, from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Many items will be available for purchase including antiques, clothing, housewares, baked goods and more. With more than 50 vendors, I’m sure you will find something that you just have to have. The church is located at 2416 Sound Ave. This is always a fabulous yard sale, so I guess I shall see you there.
Belated happy birthday to little Lucas Hartenstein, who turned 1 on April 29. Lucas lives across the street from the farm and he is a cutie pie. Most moms and dads remember their child’s first birthday with a cake and candles and all kinds of first birthday stuff. Shannon and Eric have a tornado by which to remember Lucas’ first birthday. They were out of state when a one touched down only a few miles from where they were staying and they had to seek shelter from the storm. Everyone was just fine, but what a memory that is for them. Happy birthday, little guy, and may your future birthdays be quieter.
A very happy 7th birthday to Calverton resident Lauren Kruger, who celebrates today, Thursday, May 13. I sure hope your day is sunny and nice for you, honey. From your mom and dad, your big sister, and all your family and friends, we hope you have a very perfect day. And best wishes to Denise Demattia, who turned 27 on May 9. Jamie and the rest of the gang from the Old Cape Cod Crafters, as well as Jamie’s mom, hope that you had a great day, Denise.
Many of you know how much I love peepers, the little frogs that come out first thing in the spring. Two hundred peepers at once is a magical sound; one peeper by itself is a nightmare. Yes, one peeper found me and camped outside my bedroom window in a bush and peeped all night long for a full week. From 7 p.m. till 5 a.m. I said really bad things to that little frog. Until the evening I caught it. I don’t think anyone has ever seen a peeper up close, but I did. They are pale brown and as cute as can be. I caught him in a hosta leaf, then turned him loose at a neighbor’s house quite a distance away (sorry, George). That little frog is still peeping, but not here. I felt like I tossed the winning pass at the Super Bowl. Life is quiet.
That is all for this week. Take care, be safe and I shall talk to you next time. Bye.