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¡Hola Oaxaca!

Posted on March 6, 2023 by marigold

  Oaxaca is both a state that encompasses several beach areas and the city that is the state’s capital. I spent the last two weeks of February in the city of Oaxaca, (technically Oaxaca de Juárez, population just over 300,000.) … Continue reading →

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Stepping Back in Time

Posted on June 11, 2022 by marigold

On Memorial Day weekend I visited family in the Boston area. Saturday, in  an on- and- off downpour, we went to the Museum of Fine Arts, primarily to see the Turner show. Organized by the Tate Britain in London, the … Continue reading →

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How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Posted on August 15, 2020 by marigold

In this, the grimmest summer I can recall, a kind friend invited me to visit her at the beach. Her particular Hamp is relatively close so we whizzed out in her little red car. It had been so long since … Continue reading →

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The Berkshires: From Melville to Mexico

Posted on August 25, 2016 by marigold

Spent a week in the Berkshires, specifically Becket, MA, home of Jacob’s Pillow.  My rented cottage was only a small step up the bunk I’d shared at camp in Maine many moons ago,  in Sherwood Forrest, an area rife with … Continue reading →

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Maine Dish

Posted on August 3, 2015 by marigold

Visiting a good friend on an island in Penobscot Bay that shall go unnamed, we went for lunch to the home of a family member that is the epitome of elegance married with exquisite taste. Even the powder room flowers … Continue reading →

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Keep Your Nose to the Grindstone

Posted on August 25, 2014 by marigold

After a visit to the grist mill in Weston, VT, I now know this is a phrase to be taken literally, urging the miller to lean in frequently to sniff. A burning smell meant that the mill stones were grinding … Continue reading →

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