Today is a mini milestone, for the tompostpile should receive its 6,000th visitor. No whistles will blow, no gong will clang, there will be no countrywide tocsin, and you can toss the notion of tintinnabulations into the trash.
But thank you for visiting, and for enjoying the twists and turns of the tompostpile.
There will be more twists and turns to come. That’s a promise.
The annual fall migration of monarch butterflies is upon us. You see them flying in ones, twos, and threes, see them perched on flowers, drinking nectar, taking on fuel for the next leg of their journey to points south.
This time of year, the Town of Aquinnah (the Town formerly known as Gay Head), which occupies the most southern and most westerly portions of Martha’s Vineyard, hosts many monarchs on its acres of goldenrod. Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monarch_butterfly if you want to spend a little time learning about this nifty critter.
When the wind blows strongly from the south and southwest, the butterflies wait for favoring wind, or for calm, to resume their journey. You can see monarchs in the hundreds and thousands at these times. Yesterday was such a day.
There will be more to come from Aquinnah/Gay Head, but words fail me right now.