Last year, shortly before the election, the kids and I planted a small fortune's worth of bulbs at my parents' house: red tulips, snowdrops and blue hyacinths.

Childhood is a strangely-shaped box and once you clamber out you can never quite fit back inside.

There will be an information session with the energy committee at the library at 2:30 p.m. on Dec. 5.

The full moon of November, called the Beaver Moon, will rise on Friday, Nov. 19, joined by a partial lunar eclipse.

Town meeting is next week. Do you have a ride secured, a childcare plan, your knitting packed?

Do you ever feel that the weather so perfectly echoes your emotional state -- cloud cover, likelihood of precipitation, even record-shattering events such as last week's bomb cyclone -- that your psychological health might just as well be charted by your local meteorologist?

I'm writing this during a lovely, cozy, stormy afternoon, which looks as though it will get even stormier.

This week's column will be science-heavy, complete with long words.

Don't forget about the Harvest Festival on Saturday, Oct. 16 at the Agricultural Hall. It starts at 10 a.m. and goes until 3 p.m. Admission is free.

There is a moment almost every year when I'm out in the middle of the woods, wearing brown, and it dawns on me that it's hunting season.