The pandemic got me to explore new places on Cape Cod.Trails. Roadways. The dog park.

The pandemic got me to explore new places on Cape Cod.Trails. Roadways. The dog park.

They say Windswept Cranberry Bog is retired, as if all the little insects, ferns, frogs, and grasses have simply moved south. Now, the bog is on its way to becoming a wetland after a century of cranberry production. On Nantucket, cranberries provided such an influx of cash into the strapped post-whaling economy that these little bouncing berries were known as “red gold.”

Can you remember a winter where you were sorry to see it go? A fall where you wished you had carved more pumpkins or taken more hayrides?

Yesterday morning, without any preliminaries, my wife suddenly asked me if I had thought about “final plans,” that is, how and where would I want to be buried? I don’t know where this came from.

Today, Robert Finch talks about a recent encounter with a silent, elegant bird that commanded his attention.

Nantucket Writer and Historian Mary Bergman grew up in Provincetown and recently paid a visit to her old hometown.

For the past week or so I’ve become aware of the tall grass growing in the woods, which now has reached its maximum height of about three feet. It is the common forest grass hereabouts, growing most abundantly beneath open pine woods.

Nelson Sigelman of Martha’s Vineyard tells us sometimes it’s tough to ignore those drivers who seem to be in a such a hurry.

Nantucket writer and historian Mary Bergman has some thoughts about beach people and how different things are at the beach on today's A Cape Cod Notebook.