“Someday, we may not even have the wines that we now know, like Chardonnay and Burgundy,” says Larry Perrine, partner at Channing Daughters Winery in Bridgehampton. “But we’ll always have rosé, right?” I ask, trying to hide the tears in my eyes.
“Curiouser and Curiouser,” said little Alice. This was back in the 19th century, and it came in response to the bizarre things she encountered as she bumbled her way through Wonderland, including stoned caterpillars and free pieces of cake. But Wonderland’s got nothing on 2020.
Self-quarantining is not a new practice for some of us. I have been in training most of my adult life. I am a writer. With agoraphobic tendencies.
I don’t know why I became obsessed over clarifying the difference between things on a plant that will draw blood, but it’s a rabbit hole I fell down that I thought I’d share with you. Perhaps it’s because the word prickle makes me smile, but I thought I’d clarify the terms for us.
The Heckscher’s wide-ranging collection includes European and American art spanning three centuries. To celebrate its centenary, the museum is focusing on works by regional artists, from Edward Moran’s atmospheric 1872 study of fog-bound sailboats in New York Bay (one of Heckscher’s original donations) to a pair of mixed-media works on paper from Bastienne Schmidt’s Underwater Topography series, completed last year. Comprising more than 100 works, “Locally Sourced: Collecting Long Island Artists,” on view through March 15, illustrates the diversity of the region’s creative community, with something to please everyone’s taste, including the children’s.
I often wonder why it is that I’m forever teeter-tottering between wanting to travel the world and never wanting to leave home? My husband, man of few words, reminds me that it is because our ‘home’, Sag Harbor, is one of the most beautiful places in the world. One minute I’m at the top-ready to fly off to foreign lands; while the next minute, I don’t want to budge from under my electric throw blanket. However, after speaking with the Schiavonis, I realize I’m not the only one that feels that way.
By Jim Marquardt The Duke of York wrote to Governor Andrus, a colonial administrator in New Amsterdam, on April 8, 1675, “I shall let you...
It’s that time of year, when the air starts to taste different, when you can see the far side of winter and off in the distance — yes for sure, that’s definitely spring. Still, don’t be fooled into letting down your guard, we could possibly still have a lot of cold to get through but on sunny days. I too want to go out there and do some gardening, and yes, I too am sick of weeding (although I did get a nifty new longer handled Japanese weeding hoe that I’m very excited about. I still can’t kneel or squat down without pain in my new knee). So, what to do?
I recently attended an event where we were instructed to close our eyes and envision our ideal 2040 and then report to the room what changes in our lives we could make to head towards that future. Not surprisingly, a great many individuals declared their first step would be to grow their own food. Everyone said ‘Bravo”, but inside I shuddered a little. I’ve watched many folks set out on this same path, get totally overwhelmed, and not only fail and feel miserable, but also develop a real aversion to gardening.
I’ve reached an age when my grandmother, at the same age I am now, was an old woman. She wore black orthopedic shoes, a corset, and had tight blue curls for hair. She’d had an interesting life traveling the world when she was first married. She’d been one of the first women ever to attend Stanford University. But in her 70s she seemed Past Prime Time.
“There’s no food in this house!” So came the plaintive wails of our daughter as she perused the kitchen shelves in late December, having newly arrived from completion of her first semester of college. "Really?" I thought. "Is that possible? No food at all?"
The Wharf Shop is a Sag Harbor gem that many of us have counted on for more than 50 years and standing behind all of that inspiration and hard work is Nada Barry, the owner and proprietor of this lovely establishment.
If it’s happening in my garden, I’m fairly sure it’s going on in yours too, so yes, that’s right, the leaves of our spring bulbs are starting to come up already. I know, I know, you’re thinking that’s not good, right? But here’s the deal, and this is super important, there’s no need to panic.
The whaling business was practically “dead in the water” in the last decades of the 1800s. At the time, the New York Sun described Sag Harbor as “a deserted village with a waste of empty cellars, vacant lots, tumble down cooper shops, and deserted buildings.”
In Nashville, Tennessee. When we heard our family would all be meeting up for Thanksgiving in Nashville (our oldest granddaughter and her fiancé work and...