Color Me Ipswich

The original Ipswich coloring book! 5th in the "Only in Ipswich" small-town New England humor series

In Part 2 of Dressed in Clover, Becky and I must decide whether our love for Mark (whom we met six months ago) could ever compete with our love for each other (which has growing over six years) or if we’re better off just the two of us. As we attempt to figure out our true feelings for each other, the trio is further tested at large family gatherings. We continue to introduce our “trio” to friends and extended family as we try to gain their approval. Romantic dates and erotic emprises await Mark, Becky, and me in the continuation of the Dressed in Clover series.

In 2003, Bill Sargent bought a big pink house in Ipswich, Massachusetts. His home sits on what is known as the Great Marsh, a fascinating patch of wetland shared by Massachusetts and New Hampshire. Sargent received a grant to study some of the rare and endangered ground-nesting birds that inhabit the public land adjacent to his property. Ipswich Marsh is about these birds, but much else as well. Organized by the seasons of the year, The House on Ipswich Marsh features SargentÕs trademark interplay of information about the natural world, ecology, and politics. In ÒSpring,Ó the reader learns about the geological history of the Marsh; the migration patterns of bobolinks; the courtship flights of woodcocks; ticks and Lyme disease; the mating of horseshoe crabs and the underwater arrival of zooplankton, fish eggs, and moon jellyfish. ÒSummerÓ introduces plate tectonics and glaciers; sea level rise and glacial rebound; diving at night among lobsters and stone crabs; a day on CraneÕs Beach; and a bike trip on Argilla Road. ÒAutumnÓ illuminates fishing; the natural and cultural history of Hog Island; harvest time on Appelton Farm; and a Native American Thanksgiving. ÒWinterÓ describes the formation of dunes and sandbars; the mating behavior of seals; coyote hunting deer at night; and a late-winter blizzard in which Sargent spies a red-tailed hawk, waiting, like the author, for the return of spring.