Welcome to Sunnyhill

Following in my mother’s footsteps, I’m an introvert. She would hardly have noticed a shelter in place order, except that instead of going out for dinner they would have had takeout. She would have greatly missed regular visits with Tamar, monthly visits with Aviva, and much less frequent visits with me, but it would only…
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It’s been such a long time since I’ve written, and I can’t really say why. So much has happened. We went to California in February and had lovely visits with family and friends. We came back on March 4th, just as the awareness of the virus was finally starting to hit the US. In the…
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We went to the Farmers’ Market Saturday morning ahead of the snow. Carrots, sweet potato, cabbage, apples, local gouda, fantastic cardamom buns, and a loaf of crusty caramelized onion bread. There isn’t much of a selection, but we are happy to support Heller Farms and the other local vendors who tough it out through the…
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The air was busy with tiny snowflakes under dark grey clouds this New Year’s morning. There’s enough snow on the ground to be pretty, but not even enough to bother Charlie on his morning outing. The treetops sway in a cold wind, but the stove hadn’t kicked on this morning as it does on the…
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Forty degrees is a lot different from four degrees. After a few very cold days, forty feels almost balmy. Break out the suntan lotion, Jay says. I set out for my walk bundled up in zippered coat, gloves and hat, but before I reached the top of Gulf road I had shed most of it.…
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I don’t know enough words for white, but as the daylight shifts the white changes from hour to hour, sometimes from minute to minute. We have about a foot of snow on the hill. The base of it fell in the big storm on Monday and Tuesday, but a few inches were added through the…
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It’s snowing now. We have the first inch or so of what may turn out to be as much as a foot by morning, the first big snow of the year. The snowfall is beautiful, alternately a dense fall of tiny flakes and a sparse fall of great fat flakes that float on the wind.…
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The pellet stove is our daily companion again, with the tinkle of pellets feeding from the hopper and the cheery flame in the window. It is active most of the day, from the time I turn up its thermostat in the morning until I turn it back down at bedtime. On these cold nights I…
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Dunkin’ Brands wants to put a Baskin Robbins/Dunkin’ Donuts on the corner of Chestnut (the main street into town coming from the south) and Walnut (the street where Aviva lives and where we’ve just bought our village house). One of the charms of Cooperstown is that, except for CVS and ACE Hardware, there are no…
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Last night Peter, Aviva, Jay and I went to the opening dinner for the annual Poetry Festival in Sharon Springs. I wrote about this terrific event last year and it was such fun to be back for a second time. Once again, the food and the setting were perfect. Paul Muldoon, the founder of the…
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