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Letter from the Editor

The most wonderful time of the year starts now

      The great wheel of the year is turning. This time of year, the rotation is plain to see.        With Daylight Savings Time banished for another five months, real time throws us into early darkness deeper and denser than 10pm on a summer’s night.       Leaves are dropping by the millions. As their dense canopy falls, the horizon opens up as if a mountain range had disappeared. 

None should be forgotten

      Do you know the story behind the poppies artist Brad Wells has drawn in honor of Veterans Day for Coloring Corner in this week’s paper?       Red poppies came to be a recognizable symbol on both sides of the Atlantic after World War I. But the flowers had achieved their symbolic force a century earlier, after death marched through Europe with Napoleon’s armies. The hearty flowers were the first to take root in fields, where they were said to rise up among the bodies of dead soldiers.

Think as well of the people as of the turkey

     Like the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving is America’s own holiday. Joining together in annual celebration, we renew their meaning and recommit ourselves to the values those high holidays represent.      Thanksgiving hosts take very seriously their turn at continuing that honored responsibility. Time-honored as the elements of the feast are, we must each perfect them for our table. Perhaps each year there will be one thing new.

There’s more in the air than falling leaves this time of year

     Have you been seeing things? There’s a lot to see as autumn shoots a last blast of color before fading to winter’s grayscale. In Chesapeake Country’s moderate color zone — our current status according to the Foliage Network — sumac and dogwoods are blazing and pin oaks bronzing through the yellowing green. The dappled treescape evokes the words of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ lovely poem Pied Beauty. 

What about yours?

     Everybody’s got a book in them?      Maybe so. Certainly we’ve all got stories. But the difference between a story and a book is getting it done.

That’s this season’s urging

     We humans are weather-dependent. After three parched weeks, rain sprinkled on October 8, then drenched the last morning of the Annapolis Sailboat Show. In the days leading up to that rain, I’d heeded Greenstreet Gardens’ emailed alert to water the garden and the birds. Both needed it.

She was a publicist who knew how to pitch her cause

     I said good-bye to a friend this week. Not that I was alone.       Mavis Glander Daly made many friends in her 93 years on this earth. Generations gathered at her farewell. Looking over her beloved Chesapeake watershed — a far sight from her homeland of Montana and South Dakota — from the West River Center, we reflected on what she’d meant to us. 

That’s what our businesses are doing. Are we?

     You sailors and wayfarers of Chesapeake Country know what I mean. You’ve traveled long and far, and your journey, if it happens to be for pleasure, is about to cross over into discontent when — in the middle of nowhere — you bump into just the inn, tavern or gas station you’ve been longing for. 

This week we bring you 50-plus ways to revel in the new season

     Autumn comes to us in many ways.      Meteorological autumn, now three weeks past, came with just the right gifts to be welcome. Clear, dry, comfortable days … cool nights that demanded a light blanket … blue skies that made imaginations soar and sent painters scurrying to capture them … clouds that looked gathered for a new entertainment called Cloud Bounce: For benefits like those, we could let summer go.

We humans can’t stop ourselves from making things

     Whether you’re taking tools to hand, sketching in a notebook, shooting with a camera, setting up an easel or playing at cabaret, you’re demonstrating that homo sapiens is also homo faber. We humans can’t stop ourselves from making things.       In Bay Weekly, we’ve found ourselves drawn to stories about making and makers.   Art en Plein Air