Mike’s Brick
A few afternoons ago I stopped by to visit my friend John and to drop off some garden produce for him. I’ve known him for over sixty years. His family […]
Category Archives: Music Street
Music Street of a Late January Evening
I’d been in the house all day, and was antsy as could be. The body needed exercise, and there was a mailbox a half mile away, a mailbox that might […]
Warm winter, Late Snowdrops?
As winter begins, days start to lengthen. The increasing light signals plants to prepare for spring. Snowdrops (galanthus nivalis) are among the first responders. I have seen them blooming as […]
Rain for Wishetwurra Farm. At Last!
For the first time since early, early spring, we’ve had a real, 24-hour soaker of a rain. Fog, mist, drizzle, rain, downpour, lightning and thunder were our lot yesterday. Glorious! […]
I Took a Walk, or, “What I saw in Thirty-Six Minutes and Two Seconds”.
Just a little walk. The house was full of fumes from a counter restoration project, and the ‘pile badly needed fresh air. From the house, I out the road, to […]
West Tisbury Winter: From Turkeys to the Moon
Recent winters have been relatively gentle, but this winter has been rougher. New England weather is famous for its changeability. Some recent days have been benign, others have been biting […]
8:37 to 9:22 AM. A Walk Around the Panhandle.
Clear September mornings are full of light. Not long after sunrise, we saw sunrays change dewdamp to steam. It was a good time to take the morning walk we’d been […]
The Grim Reaper at the Fair, Part the Second, Details: Dispatch Number Ten from the 2013 Martha’s Vineyard Agricultural Fair
Every year, The Fair serves up the superb and the extraordinary. In our last post, we visited Simon Hickman’s statue of the Grim Reaper. In this post we return. In […]
A Swing and A Priscilla
Priscilla is the female form of the Latin name “Priscus”, which means “ancient” or “from ancient times”. In the last 128 years, Priscus, as a boy’s name, has not made […]
Farewell, Friend.
Death comes to us all. Last fall, a friend died instantaneously and unexpectedly. He died way,way too soon for those of us who are still here. Tonight, there was a […]
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