Little tumuli ofoystershellsin the oyster season, and of lobster shells in thelobster season, and of brokencrockeryandfadedcabbageleavesinallseasons, encroached upon its high places.
The familiar faces in our little grocery store and post office, seeing long-time friends, the same lobster boats and buoys in the harbour provide a sense of calm, certainty, stability that, paradoxically, frees me to challenge, change, and innovate.