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Howl at the Full Moon

When summer comes, can fun be far behind? We hope not. With 15 weeks stretching before us, summer seems endless. But it will slip away unappreciated unless you reach out and grab the pleasures it offers. Don’t let it get away! For each of those 15 weeks, we feature one fine way to have fun. I bet you’ve got more. To share your ideals for summer fun, email stories and photos to editor@bayweekly.com

The Mamas and the Papas of the bird world

No one said being a mother was easy. Being a mother bird takes this challenge to a whole new level. In February, on the Eastern Shore, a mother eagle sat in her nest covering her eggs even as a snowstorm covered her. Last summer, in my back yard, a mother cardinal laid three batches of eggs. Her first and third hatchlings fledged and survived, her second pair did not: They were eaten in the middle of the night. Right now, in early May, all around our woodland edges, mother cowbirds are laying eggs — sometimes three dozen each — but not in nests made by them or their mates.

Kudos to Blondie’s Baking Company

We at Bay Weekly were thrilled to celebrate our 22nd birthday last Thursday with an open house in our Annapolis office. The centerpiece of this celebration each year is the cake.     As in recent years, we approached a local baker — this year Cindy Selby, owner and baker extraordinaire of Blondie’s in Prince Frederick. Selby was given creative license with little guidance (we suggested a Bay-oriented theme). What we got was not only beautiful but also delicious: two tiers of confectionary delight, which was enjoyed by all.

These romantic dishes are like love itself — delicate, intimate, complex, daring

Valentines Day is an opportunity to luxuriate in romance and fine dining. Romantic dishes are often much like love itself — delicate, intimate, complex, daring. Both, properly nurtured, can result in sumptuous rewards.     These recipes for Valentine Day dinner derive from French dishes that feature elegant ingredients and rich flavors. Many of the ingredients have special significance in the language of love. Preparation is for two.     Each amply rewards the attention in preparation or consumption.

Our family visits make us ­reconcile good and evil
 

Once more this year, my family and I spent part of the Christmas season in Germany. The tradition began because of my husband Jonathan’s good memories of the year his family lived in Munich, when he was 10.

However you play it, natural gas export is a high stakes game

     The biggest development proposed in Southern Maryland history looks much like a high-stakes game, with scenic Cove Point at the center of the board. At stake are millions of dollars in tax revenue, thousands of new jobs — and a quiet way of life Calvert County residents hope to preserve.

The law is a two-way street for drivers and for cyclists

I’m one of those bicyclists that motorists love to hate.

You’re never too young to compete as a triathlete

Bay-area dads had a Father’s Day blast watching their kids dive into the 2014 Truxtun Park Triathlon in Annapolis. My dad was blown away as his two daughters crossed the finish line after a 100-meter swim at the park pool,  five-mile bike ride and one-mile run along the Silopanna Trail and halfway around the track at Bates Middle School.     I earned second place in the 10 and under age group. My seven-year-old sister Alders, just off training wheels, also did well for a first-time racer, finishing seventh in her age group.

There’s still time to get the kids signed up for fun this summer … but don’t wait

Planet Hope Land & Sea Camp Ages 5 to 17 learn how to sail on 14-foot dinghies. Camps cover water safety, capsize recovery, rigging, terminology and basic sailing skills in a fun and exciting atmosphere. Five-day sessions from June 9-Aug.11 at Herington Harbour South, Rose Haven: 410-867-7177; www.sailingcamp.org.

In simplicity, I find plenty

It was late October when I launched my kayak from Jackson Landing into the Patuxent River. I wondered what I would find during the lull between migrations. The osprey had already settled into their South American winter quarters, the ducks and swans were still on their way from northern shores. September’s abundance of wildflowers had faded; only remnants of purple asters remained, the rest gone crunchy and brown.