“To the neighbor with the pet bear: Please keep your bear leashed when going past my house. While I truly appreciate you love your pet bear, he or she has now busted open both of my compost bins. It’s especially sneaky of you to walk him or her just in the nighttime, when our dog door is closed.” • Emily on June 6
“Of course I walk my pet bear late at night without a leash. Honestly, who leashes a pet bear? Anyways. Please let me know if you see her. I’d be forever grateful to get her back.” • John on June 7
“Going on vacation? Busy work schedule? Is your pet bear getting too large for you to walk on your own? I’m open to late night walks….” • Steve on June 9
“Now, truth be told, I’m fattening my bear up on berries, greens, and wholesome honey right now. I’m confident that when he goes off for his evening strolls he’s so well fed he’s not bothering with my neighbor’s trash, as if he’d deign to eat trash! And, of course, I don’t want him going for brisk walks, that would defeat the butterball bear I’m looking forward to this fall.“ • Tamara on June 10
“The bear “stories” make me smile every time I read one! I love imagination….and we have been honored with a lot of that lately! Life is so busy…..it’s refreshing to know that people can slow down long enough to have fun!”
• Nancy on June 11
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“Only use natural pesticides and fertilizers. Avoid using herbicides or pesticides in the garden. They not only can be toxic to bees but also are best not introduced to children or adults that visit your garden. If you encounter a bee swarm, post on 
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“One of my pet peeves: bagged dog poop just tossed wherever like a huge bagged colorful flag saying “I’m now sequesturd in a plastic bag, but I’m still poopy, and everyone can see me now.” Why in the world would someone take the trouble to bag the poop and then leave the bagged poopies all over the place? On a run with my wife the other day, I picked up 5 of them. FIVE! (am I not virtuous?) I’m really puzzled by it: why bag it and then pitch it wherever? I mean, isn’t it better to just leave it unbagged? (not that I’m suggesting that at all, no, not at all) instead of adding a bag to it? There’s got to be some logic to this widespread practice. People are generally logical by their own lights, just not by other people’s lights. Is it that the dog chooses to poop right in front of everyone, and so one just has to bag it or face massive disopprobrium, but then later one, when no one is looking, it’s easier to dump the poop? I volunteer my trash bin for bagged poopies: feel free to bag it up, tie it off, and leave it in my bin. But do tie it off, so my bin doesn’t smell like poopy.” • Jacques in Burlington
In the morning: “While putting away my studded snows, one got away from me and rolled down the street and I can’t find it. If it landed in your yard, please let me know…”
“The red “buds” on the Red Maples and the green “buds” on the Sugar Maples and Norway Maples, are not leaves, they are flowers.
“On April 27, my 13-year-old was attacked just before 6 p.m. by a man with a folding pocketknife on the bike path near the train trestle between North Beach and Leddy Park. The man demanded my son hand over his bike and his wallet. Although my son was fortunate enough to get away with both his bike and his wallet, the man slashed him with the knife on his face and his shoulder. The cuts were superficial, but the whole event was incredibly frightening. Please take care on the bike path!”
“My Subaru died right at the stop sign – at 8 AM! Dead. Within 8 minutes, no fewer than 6 commuters stopped to ask if they could help. None of those people knew me. Thanks so much, neighbors, and especially thanks to the woman who helped me push my subie out of harm’s way! What a wonderfully heartwarming way to start the day!”
“Margurite was a prolific Jericho author, who wrote about moving to the country with her husband and doctor. Her short anecdotes were light and entertaining. They concerned the quirks of rural life and the characters she and George came across in the days before IBM, ski bums and back to the landers who changed life in these parts. She kept writing even into her 90s and there are many of her books at the library.”
“Both Zeke and Trip have been found and are safe. Thank you to everyone who has worried, searched, and sent good thoughts into the universe. This is a wonderfully happy ending.