Bob Gray has lived in Great Barrington most of his life. He was an English teacher and Department Chairman at Monument Mountain Regional High School for 25 years. He has written for publication in various newspapers and literary journals as well as a book on life in the Berkshires.
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Sunday, 26 Jan 2020 - For me this unwonted warmth is discouraging, even disconcerting. My mind’s not right.
Sunday, 8 Dec 2019 - At that moment, as in a trite story where too many coincidences make a story a fairy tale, three deer crunched up in a copse some 30 yards away, heads high and alert, nervous tails quickly twitching.
Sunday, 27 Oct 2019 - The October sky is also the most mutable: tornadic black one minute, blown to white billows the next.
Thursday, 25 Jul 2019 - The foot-tall growth bisecting the field narrowed 8 feet with each pass, an unmistakable semaphore signaling the whole delightful thing was too quickly winding down.
Sunday, 23 Jun 2019 - Being impulsive, I decided to be done with the whole thing, to cut down the apple tree and to dig up the rose mallow, to simply forget about inconstant blossoms and not obsess over stuttering growth.
Thursday, 30 May 2019 - I felt a pleasant balance, an equilibrium of sorts, from hard work done well.
Saturday, 27 Apr 2019 - The war was just cranking up, but we were still three deferments from reality.
Thursday, 21 Mar 2019 - Broken treaties are the most commonly recognized mechanisms for the displacement of tribal nations from their ancestral lands. Less well-known are the destruction of native cultural practices, starvation, wars of attrition and the outright murder of more than 2 million Native Americans.
Saturday, 15 Dec 2018 - I wondered a few weeks earlier about a single forsythia twig blooming April-yellow in the depths of November.
Sunday, 7 Oct 2018 - In that quiet, contemplative juncture of the year, when the gaudy foliage is past and the snow waits just around the bend, the minimalist remnant of my flower garden will suit me just fine.
Wednesday, 26 Sep 2018 - For the past two nights, its glow cowed the dark with its effulgence, but before its waning, the same full moon turned two-faced as a senator.
Monday, 6 Aug 2018 - Shades of past lives, slim in the shadows, they sway slightly in the hot summer breeze.
Thursday, 19 Jul 2018 - I remembered reading that, if time ever stops, it's on a summer afternoon.
Wednesday, 4 Jul 2018 - Tired or lazy, I left the rest and planted flowers and grasses, never giving the place another thought before I discovered I had the ruin I always wanted.
Wednesday, 6 Jun 2018 - After the Summer Solstice, waiting for us just around the next bend in time’s progress, the shadow will begin its drift back toward me, slowly demonstrating the diminishing light and the shortening days.
Thursday, 10 May 2018 - A garden, large or small, invites a man to know the earth, the wind, the rain, and himself.
Friday, 23 Feb 2018 - Following the latest school shooting atrocity in Parkland, Florida, another Children’s Crusade is rising: a largely youth-bred movement meant to persuade legislators to take some meaningful action to stem the needless deaths of our country’s children in schools.
Saturday, 27 Jan 2018 - I told my fiancé my plans. She gave me an ultimatum: rope ring or gold ring.
Wednesday, 8 Nov 2017 - In this morning’s light, they sat silent, looking brittle as if they might clatter.
Tuesday, 10 Oct 2017 - The squash had “volunteered,” and in their term of enlistment had evaded the damned, destructive woodchucks.
Tuesday, 5 Sep 2017 - While Trevor went off to buy a foot-long corn dog, I paid a buck to a guy with greasy jeans to visit the world’s largest pig and the world’s smallest horse.
Sunday, 23 Jul 2017 - For the past 50 years, however, I’ve been very successful at losing weight and estimate I’ve dumped more than 300 pounds overboard.
Saturday, 8 Apr 2017 - We knew the stream as Icy Brook. The trout we sought were natives, eight or ten skittish inches long, and pink as salmon.
Wednesday, 22 Feb 2017 - In the field, my friends and I leaned into a cutting, northwest wind, looking all the while like stressed tree-line pines.
Saturday, 4 Feb 2017 - To a man well past the radius of his life's circular journey, the dusky owls' calling suggests hard-learned wisdom.
Sunday, 16 Oct 2016 - If you've kept up with your chores, if your wood pile's high, and your flower beds gone over, put away your hoe and rake.
Monday, 10 Oct 2016 - At other camps where I'd worked decades ago, the summer's endings were crowded with good-byes and tearful promises to keep summer loves alive.
Monday, 15 Aug 2016 - It's time to sit in the arbor and listen to the grapes grow.
Monday, 27 Jun 2016 - It took some time, many of my seventy years it seems, to realize, for most of the years I'd lived there, it never really was my home.
Saturday, 28 May 2016 - He seemed about my age, and I appreciated, as he read, what I understood as resonances of both vigor and mortality.
Tuesday, 29 Mar 2016 - How similar this day was to the day I buried my father, the remembrance, not only of the simple, grave-side service, but also of this same wind seeping through my coat.
Friday, 11 Mar 2016 - Spring geese suffer from a touch of spring fever and have trouble sticking to the serious business of migration.