Special Town Meeting and More

Rescheduled Special Town Meeting

Because of last week’s snow Hawley’s Special Town Meeting will now take place on its alternate date, this Monday, March 2, at 7 p.m. at the Hawley Town office. There are only two items on the warrant so we should be able to get through the meeting quickly. The weather looks cold but clear on Monday. Please join us!

Something Rotten (but fun!)

The spring musical at Mohawk Trail Regional School will be Something Rotten Jr., an entertaining combination of 16th=century drama and 21st=century musical comedy. The plot revolves around two brothers, aspiring playwrights living in the shadow of William Shakespeare, who end up creating the world’s first musical comedy. The show is fun and family-friendly … and it stars Hawley’s own Landon Clark.

A Poem for the Recent Weather

In the middle of last week’s onslaught of snow, Georgette deFriesse shared this piece by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It might ALMOST resign you to the drifts of white outside

The Snow Storm

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind’s masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

That’s it for now. I’ll be back next week with information about our upcoming open house with State Senator Paul Mark.

Tinky Weisblat
Gal Friday
Town of Hawley

413-339-5518
info@townofhawley.com