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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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.
Monday, 18 Jan 2016 - In the next six weeks you might see horns of skunk-cabbage in a sun-warmed swamp.
Saturday, 26 Dec 2015 - Only a titanic shift in our national character might make stricter gun laws an effective reality.
Sunday, 20 Dec 2015 - I've always wished, and have earnestly tried, to believe in the circular nature of life.
Tuesday, 1 Dec 2015 - If he's winter wishing on a snappy but drab December day, he can't help but hope the changing weather might bring a little snow.
Sunday, 8 Nov 2015 - Clouds of leaves spin and wobble into the slow current and start downstream.
Saturday, 24 Oct 2015 - I walk in part to stop time, since I’ve read somewhere that movement freezes time, forestalls aging.
Wednesday, 14 Oct 2015 - I'd decided to circle the vines with sunflowers, plant the seeds inches apart hoping they'd grow like logs into a stockade.
Thursday, 24 Sep 2015 - It’s sad that rusty stereotyping might keep even one person from enjoying anything his heart and soul might urge him to do.
Friday, 28 Aug 2015 - In its finality, August, by my lights, lives a double life: a brazen, wilting day at first, a day as crisp as October the next.
Saturday, 27 Jun 2015 - Hawks are of another, wilder world ruled by a less benign and forgiving god than the one I’ve heard about.
Saturday, 20 Jun 2015 - Scarce starlight in the double glowing of the night sky remind us the Soltice is really about light, long days of summer so easy to live with, encouraging us to forget caution and prudence, and, like sky night, burn our candles at both ends.
Wednesday, 3 Jun 2015 - Overeager and anxious to get a jump on the season, I planted a couple of my rows of corn way off line so their crooked ranks stagger, loop from left to right and back again like happy, wandering, drunks.
Monday, 25 May 2015 - As the grass grows and the poppies blossom, the lessons of history go begging as we blithely repeat our deadly mistakes time-after-time all down the days, all down the years.