At Ocean Grove. The last one I saw was at the Salt Marsh in Gerritsen Beach, Brooklyn, on the land bought for its preservation by Alfred Tredway White and Charles Pratt.
Maybe the Ermine Moth came to Ocean Grove for the Christmas Pageant that will be held on the beach here tomorrow. He has the exotic looks of one of the three kings, is he packing myrrh?
There's a book called Snowbound by John Greenleaf Whittier on the shelf of this rental house we're staying in with my husband's family. Apparently he's very well known in my parent's generation but scarcely heard of in mine, and among those who know of him I suspect he might be more famous for his cozy rhyming than for his abolitionism. And who knew, Ethan Allen is a poet, as well as patriot and furniture store! One of Whittier's poems, The Song of the Vermonters, 1779, was wrongly attributed to Allen for 60 years. Yes, I've been reading Wikipedia again, and you know what else? This poet was color blind and couldn't tell ripe from unripe strawberries, so it's probably a good thing he was too frail for farming.
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