It happens every year.
I ignore it as long as I can, pretending I’m on an alternative architecture tour admiring a living roof.
Lush, verdant, it’s a little meadow that harvests rainwater and contributes oxygen to the atmosphere. But really that green isn’t supposed to be up there. Time to clean the roof.
When my shovel started turning up unusual purplish clams, I tossed them back in the hole with hardly a thought. But as the number increased and invasive species became news,
One day last August, after snorkeling off our Holmes Harbor beach, my son stood dripping on the lawn. “What happened…