“Birthday Moons and Living Rooms”
This evening’s sea is glassy, the flag has draped itself lazily about the top of the pole, the sky is rich in smudges of blues and greys, and the red and white buoy bell rocks to and fro, clanging in rhythm to the only other sound, that of the every ten second foghorn.
It seems appropriate, an homage to a man who was incredibly instrumental in the saving and restoration of this precious and truly historic Light, seizing her and her Keeper’s House from the precipice of collapse, as only a magician can. Hal Biering turned 85 today. Mr. Hal, as he is known here, a retired engineer hailing from Alabama, spent countless days working to return Little River to her former glory. And along with countless volunteers, helped make her the first lighthouse in New England, and the third in the US, to be transferred to a non-profit. Little River Light now sits on the National Register of Historic Places. Without his efforts, I would not be here, nor be blessed enough to share this experience with so many. If you’re reading this, we all owe him a debt of gratitude. Happy Birthday Mr. Hal!
Speaking of countless volunteers, Lee Leighton, a volunteer who has given his time and expertise almost every year since the beginning, continued his work here today. We scraped and plastered, painted and primped, the living room of the Keeper’s House for the better part of the day. I have to say, hard work given the wear this island Keeper’s House is subjected to year in and year out.
Lee mowed the lawn late this afternoon, as it had finally dried sufficiently from the morning mist, and the early afternoon showers. I am fond of saying that it is the hardest lawn I’ve ever mowed, and the best. As long as you remind yourself to lift your head from the grass, and gaze out upon the wholly unpopulated expanse that lies before you. Truly awe inspiring.
Every day for the next month will include massive cleaning, prepping, restoring, fixing, digging, weeding, planting, wiping and swiping. Today was no different. And last night’s moon, though it was not clear enough during the day to witness Venus’s passing in front of the Sun, was kind of mystical. Here’s an inkling…
The morning included some continued skirmishes with The Killer Red Squirrel Brigade, albeit, for the first time, all took place outside. Decisive measures were taken and I know I’ve said it before but I am most confident in a victory. I don’t invade your house, and you cannot invade mine. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks for checking in, sharing, Liking and supporting. Tonight, this the most northeastern island lighthouse in the US, shines for you Mr. Hal. Good Enuf.