Gifts of the Season, Here in Northport

Northport is a quiet little village. It does not blaze with lights--at any time of year--and even when folks come “home for the holidays,” as they do, the streets are hardly thronged with shoppers. Holiday spirit, however, abounds, eddying gently through the streets.

As dark sets in, the lights come on the big tree at the T intersection of Waukazoo and Nagonaba, and smaller trees in shop windows cast light out onto the sidewalks. And long before dark, people have been picking their way through the snow and ice, in and out of the shops, delivering packages of cookies and picking up last-minute gifts.


Marjorie brought rosemary shortbread yesterday, and Julia came in with a package containing something so delicious-looking (and –smelling!) that I’ll have to get her recipe. Jan Hunt brought us a beautiful and generous assortment of goodies, including truffles made from her late husband Bob’s recipe. Bob was a reader—that’s how we met. Marjorie and Walt, Julia and John, Kathie (who always has dog treats for Sarah in her pocket) and so many, many others. David and George had a sit-down over coffee yesterday, closely supervised by their dogs--because Sarah has dog friends, as well as human: Cricket visited yesterday with George and Trudy, and Shelly pops in with Jake almost every day.

This is our life. In this season of lights and gifts, the friends I have made because of Dog Ears Books are gifts beyond measure.

Thank you all for being in our life! Best wishes for happy holidays!