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It’s back-to-school time for Dot’s adult learners, teachers

They may not be buying princess backpacks or safety scissors at back-to-school sales, but many Dorchester senior citizens are eager to return to UMass Boston (UMB) where they will resume a busy schedule of attending and, in many cases, teaching classes at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute (OLLI).

Part of a national network of 120 similar organizations in every state, the UMB OLLI program enriches the intellectual, social, and cultural lives of those 50 or older without the pressures of the typical university environment.

Rounding out August

“The swallows chatter about their flight;
The cricket chirps like a rare good fellow;
The asters twinkle in clusters bright
While the corn grows ripe and the apples mellow.”
“August” by Celia Thaxter

Summer Begins

Summer begins tomorrow, June 21, at 1:04 a.m. Hubby spent the morning of Father’s Day planting his tomatoes. With all the bad weather, the ground was too wet to get the plants into the ground. He even got a blister on his hand because he did too much. He put the mini tomato plants in several five-gallon plastic pails on the side porch. The pansies that I planted in big pots and placed under the upright yews are thriving. They love the cool, wet weather. Hubby has even had to cut some of the roses from the front trellis because they are covering the electric flag.

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“The summer month of June”

“It’s beautiful, the Summer month of June
When all of God’s own wildflowers are in bloom.”
— “June” by Francis Duggan

Hubby and I are just thrilled with our yard. The biggest rose bush, in front of our home, is filled with masses of red blossoms. Down the side of the house, we have lovely yellow roses. Out by the back fence, our little azaleas are covered in hot-pink blossoms. We have put some of our pansies in huge pots, near the front of the house. It is a joy to look out our windows.

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Glimpses of Spring

“If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribles down the marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you sink in mud,
In the meadows while you sing,
‘This is Spring”
by Christopher Cranch (1813-1892)

Celebrating St. Brigid

“April Fifteenth is,
I must confess,
A great big pain
In the I.R.S.”
“Lower Back Pain” from a supermarket tabloid

Last Monday, Hubby and I drove to Quincy because we had an appointment with our tax man and friend Frank, a retired Boston School teacher who knows just how to handle the teachers’ dues, retirement income, medical expenses, etc. We dreaded collecting all the pertinent information before our appointment, but Frank handles everything so we are relieved after spending just an hour with him.
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