talking to the animals of TOWN NECK…

good morning, I spoke softly to the zig zagging rabbits on my predawn rambles

where are the coyotes? have they had their fill of rabbits this year?

a heron, walked dinosaur-like through our yard…pure awe

then pooped on my shed

I often witnessed the seals still snoozing

they sleep later (& maybe better) than I do

sometimes I would sing…good morning starshine, the earth says hello

they watched me, do they know my voice?

I whisper to shore birds that I would never harm them

or their eggs…together we all relaxed a bit

one morning loads of squid were nestled in the high tide mark

what happened to you funky creatures?

ecological disaster?v I asked Jack

well Lisa, there are many possible explanations

I’ll be right there

A plastic zip-lock bag containing several squids, labeled with the date '7/16' and the contents 'SQUIDS'. The bag is placed on a wooden surface.

Jack’s bait

MORE ANIMAL ENCOUNTERS…

A deer walk by my mother-in-law’s window…magic for us both.

I spotted an elusive oriole twice…come back please.

I tried to befriend a crow, we aren’t quite there yet. Maybe next year?

We watched osprey parents trying to get their kiddos to fledge.

“We’re not, after all, separate from the animal kingdom. We’re part of it.”

—Jane Goodall

the start of summer 2026…

My husband, Jeff Govoni has written a book titled, FOUR JARVES STREET. Often hilarious and sometimes poignant, Four Jarves Street is more than a gossamer recollection of a 1970s Cape Cod childhood. It’s an elegy for a coastal New England that has been cleansed from our collective memory and our living landscape. Four Jarves Street is also a meditation on family and belonging, on lack and loss, and on the myths that form our first identity.

Available at Titcomb’s Bookshop in East Sandwich, Mass or on Amazon. To learn more about Jeff’s book here’s the link: https://fourjarvesstreet.com/.

“Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.”

―Martin Luther King Jr.