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Letter from the Editor

Smithsonian Environmental Research Center’s Open House givea us all a taste of the pleasures of camp life

Now I hardly go out there, but I’ve spent a lot of time on the Bay.     You won’t read those words, the nostalgic second clause of Tuck Hines’ description of his early days as a marine ecologist at Smithsonian Environmental Research Center, in the senior scientist’s conversation with Bay Weekly this week. There you’ll read the serious stuff, like whether we’re doing ourselves in on this planet. But, as Hines’ words suggest, there is more to being a scientist than the lessons you learn.

I read the epic of motherhood in the comfort of home

Motherhood in her full span lives in my neighborhood.         In the eyes of eight-month-old Alexander Ehecatl Groves, Ana Dorates is queen of the universe. She is our Madonna, mother adored. But she is only one chapter of an ageless story.

Before you answer it, think safety

A glimpse of a small boat under full sail sets my heart racing.     Back to the Water is a season all its own in Chesapeake Country, aligned with spring but serving separate pleasures.

From heirlooms to exotics

You’re never too young to garden, as Leigh Glenn writes in this week’s feature story.     Nor too old. No doubt some devout urbanists can ignore the call of spring. But don’t you want to get your hands in the dirt to feel life stirring?     I do!

Let us count the ways

A couple of tried, true and trite figures of speech can help you understand the week’s layered news on the health of the Bay.     Can you walk and chew gum at the same time? Practicing that feat of coordination will prepare you to understand the new Chesapeake Bay Program take on how we’re doing in cleaning up the Bay we all say we love.     The good news is the Bay diet is working.     We’re actually cutting back the fast-food diet of nutrients and sediment streaming into our Bay.

Sometimes, we could have used an expert

In my early memory, mother is tearing down a wall, a sledgehammer shattering the plaster and lathing. One of us, I don’t remember which, stepped on a nail and had to have a tetanus shot. As mother struck her blows, my father may well have been telling her a story. That was the role she sweetly assigned him when they shared a job.     If there was a job that needed doing, Mother was the woman to do it, whether or not she knew how.     Can you see where this story is heading? Maybe I should have stuck with telling stories.

Spring has us out in fellowship, purpose and celebration

March 20 was the last day of winter. March 21 was the first full day of spring.     As you’ll remember, a season divided those days. Winter threw a hissy fit on its way out. Spring warmed our chilled hearts and invited us out.

We’re the top strata

History is the byproduct of daily life.         Dip a toe or jump into Maryland Day celebrations and you drift into that conclusion.

Snow, too, if I had my way

I’d love to tax the rain.     

Seizing life’s moments while dreaming of summer days at camp

This week’s paper, featuring our annual Summer Camp Guide, is not 100 percent wishful thinking.     But enough of it is to take your mind off present ­circumstances.