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Family and Fun in Cape Cod

Jim and I spent several days enjoying family, beaches, and unexpected discoveries in Cape Cod last week. Granddaughter Taylor asked to spend her 18th birthday there, and in spite of warnings about how crowded it is in summer, we had a great time. First of all, Cape Cod looks, uh, exactly how I imagined. Lots of beaches, lots of houses with weathered shingles, white trim, and steep roofs (i.e., Cape Cod architecture, surprise), and yeah, lots of traffic on certain roads. We rented a house for the kids, and stayed ourselves at the Inn on the Sound in Falmouth. We had their absolutely worst room (late booking), Deer Pond, a small room between the kitchen and the living room, but still loved the Inn. Gracious hosts, excellent breakfasts, and great location.

It was raining our first day there, so we went to the Whydah Pirate Museum. (So did everyone else, get tickets in advance.) We expected a somewhat trivial diversion, but were all impressed at how much we learned, and how glad we were to have gone. Pirates were most often either escaping political persecution, were escaped slaves, or men “with no country,” and nowhere to go. The spoils were split equally between every man, no matter his position. No one was excusing the violence, but learning the history of “The Golden Age of Piracy,” and the discovery of shipwreck of the Whyday, had us all fascinated.

Another surprise was the miserable appearance of many of the oaks in the area. Entire forests looked like the tree below, with the leaves of the outer branches dead and dying. It turns out to be a temporary effect of the 17 year cicadas, who damage the limbs when they lay their eggs and interfere with the tree’s circulation. Apparently the trees will be fine next year.

Another excursion was to Heritage Museum and Gardens, 100 acres of heaven in Sandwich, MA.

Here’s the whole Billings family: Jim’s son Zach, partner Sarah, family friend Emma, granddaughter Taylor (on her 18th birthday), granddaughter Quinne (just turned 11), mom Rachel, and son Shane. And, of course, my guy, Jim.

MEANWHILE, back on the farm: It’s the peak of flower season here, and if you don’t look too closely, our gardens are gorgeous. Here’s a sampling:

 

I mean it about not looking too closely. Between family visits and trips, rain, rain, and MORE RAIN (yes, I know. I am yelling), much of the garden looks like a jungle. Through a series of fortunate (family) and unfortunate (sick, rain–so much rain . . .) events, we haven’t been able to keep up. But, still, it’s lovely. Just don’t look too closely.

The sheep however, are in ovine heaven, up to their hocks in Irish green grass. We have never had so much great grass, and still have over 150 bales of hay in the barn.

Skip desperately needed a bath (so said my nose–anyone else notice a strong “doggy” smell in intact males?); can I just say how grateful I am that I spent a few extra hundred dollars to have a hot water line outside?

He is such a good boy. He doesn’t really like it, but he’s so good about it. Notice the glass in the background–I learned to dilute the shampoo a lot before putting it on the dog. Makes rinsing so much easier. (Thank you groomers!)

Jim rocks at getting the perfect shake off photo!

Skip loves the drying off part. Lots of body rubs and massages.

Maggie and Skip both went to the vet today; great news for Maggie! Her kidneys are doing well. Her BUN is just slightly over normal (2.7) and her Creatine is dancing on top of the normal range (1.5, down from 1.9 in March). Nicely concentrated urine, so yay! Had a long talk with Dr Eric (Mazomanie Vet Clinic) about Skip’s heart (displaced mitral valve) and extreme overheating, stay tuned.

May some good news come into your life today, even if it’s a flower that bloomed for the first time today, an extra yummy piece of chocolate, or that magical moment when your dog gets the trick and does it every time with a grin on their face.

 

12 Comments

  1. Carole on July 22, 2025 at 6:48 am

    When my sister and I were very young, we vacationed in Falmouth every summer, staying at a lovely B & B. Thanks for reminding me of those wonderful summer trips!



  2. Charlotte Kasner on July 22, 2025 at 7:38 am

    I used to sing with the Royal Choral Society. Alas before I joined, they performed in Cape Cod. Two ladies decided to go for a midnight swim and were “chased” by a skunk. They plunged into the water with the skunk remaining “on guard” until it gave up and left.

    When they mentioned to the hotel proprietor the next morning that they’d seen a skunk on the beach, he seemed unsurprised. They were convinced that it was trained to stop skinny dipping!



  3. Kamila on July 22, 2025 at 7:56 am

    I just wanted to say that I really look forward to your kind and inspiring articles. They are my canine soup for the soul ❤️



  4. MinnesotaMary on July 22, 2025 at 8:57 am

    The one and only time I was at Cape Cod, we rented a house and turned on the TV on Tuesday morning to see 9/11 happening. It rocked our world, but we still managed to do some sight-seeing and ate well. Lots and lots of skunks too!



  5. Bitsey Patton on July 22, 2025 at 11:22 am

    I love hearing your adventures. We are just past daylily time here in Kansas, and the heat is really on. I look back fondly on our time together at TIE. Little did we know then that we could both “go to the dogs.” Still competing in scent work.



    • Trisha on July 23, 2025 at 7:20 am

      Bitsey! What a blast from the past. Love that you’re competing in scent work, and love hearing from you.



  6. Gayle on July 22, 2025 at 12:19 pm

    Hot water line outside!!!! Oh be still my heart! I would LOVE to have that!!!!!

    I too tell people “not to look too closely “ at my gardens! I’ve gotten looser as I age…. there’s only just so much that I can do – and I really don’t think anyone else sees the weeds – it all looks like it’s supposed to be there.



  7. Barb Stanek on July 22, 2025 at 12:59 pm

    I have to share with you a trait that my friend Edna had.

    Edna LOVED flowers. She had many beds and many flowers. As she aged, it was harder and harder for her to care for the beds. Evenually, there were more “weeds” (a plant in a location that we would prefer it not be) than flowers.

    Every time I visited Edna, which would be frequently, she would insist of looking at the gardens. Inevidably, there would be one flower in a sea of green weeds. Every single time, Edna would slow down with the following, “Oh look at that! Isn’t it beautiful!” We then would walk to the next flower in the sea of weeds, and she would sing the praises of that flower.

    My friend was an on-going reminder that no matter what, finding the beauty in the world is worthwhile and possible.



    • Trisha on July 23, 2025 at 7:19 am

      Barb, thank you!!! Wise, wise Edna. I’m working on it!



  8. Louise Wholey on July 24, 2025 at 6:25 pm

    Do fixed females have an odor once a year? If not it must be rolling in grass with unknown content.



  9. Karie on July 29, 2025 at 7:49 pm

    I’m from Massachusetts and vacationed “down the Cape” in October. Someday you’ll have to come back and visit the islands, Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard. Nothing like it.



    • Trisha on July 30, 2025 at 10:20 am

      Yes I will, Karie! The islands sound so special.



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