The Connecticut State Seal has three planted grapevines on it, each one bearing a trio of purple bunches. “Why grapevines?” you may ask, given all the native species that might seem better suited. The perfunctory reply: “Because that’s how it’s always been.” Before statehood in 1784, fruiting grapevines were on Connecticut’s colonial seal, officially adopted […]
Of This Land
The Connecticut State Seal has three planted grape vines on it, each one bearing a trio of purple bunches. (more…)
Fair-y Tale
There was once a place called Dragon, in the east. A place where oysters thrived and arrowheads could be found simply by tilling the soil of your garden. (more…)
Of This Land
The Connecticut State Seal has three cultivated grape vines on it, each one holding a trio of juicy purple bunches. “Why grape vines?” you ask, over all the native flora that might seem better suited for the honor. One answer goes like this: “Because that’s how it’s always been.” Before statehood in 1784, fruiting grape […]
Here Today
… and gone tomorrow, or close to it. Every spring, the blooms of New Haven’s flashiest trees come and go in the span of about a week apiece. Staggered across two or three weeks (more…)
Catching the Drift
At the confluence of the Mill and Quinnipiac Rivers, rising above Fair Haven’s Criscuolo Park and plentiful power lines, stands a 150-foot, 100-kilowatt wind turbine named “Gus(t).” Gus(t) belongs to the adjacent (more…)