West Tisbury

The sky is inky black, with stars brilliant, as though they had been pasted on. I can imagine how they could lead one anywhere, to a manger in Bethlehem or to uncharted lands across oceans so vast they seem endless. For myself, I make a wish.

By the time you are reading this, Christmas Day will be past. The decorations, lights, and tree will still sparkle, and guests may still be with you. New Year’s Eve and Day are ahead with hopes for a future unknown.

George Hartman is overjoyed with his Christmas this year. “My daughter gave us a wonderful Christmas present — a granddaughter.” Hannah Karolyn Jones was born on December 20 to Ellen Alexandra and Dr. Miller Jones of Apex, North Carolina. George had been excitedly awaiting news when I saw him at a Christmas party last week. I am delighted that all is well and can’t wait to meet Hannah.

There has been a single swan back on the Mill Pond. I hope his mate will appear, maybe she already has and I missed seeing her, and we will have cygnets again in the spring.

The last Winter Farmer’s Market of the season is this Saturday, Dec. 29, 10 am to 1 pm, at the Ag Hall. Along with all of your favorite market vendors, there will be a lot of Vineyard authors to sign and sell their books. Holly Bellebuono will have her Essential Herbal for Natural Health, along with her new book, The Authentic Herbal Healer. Ethel Sherman has written West Tisbury Farmer’s Market Behind the Scenes. Susan Klein will be there, too, with her book, Bountiful, A History of the Martha’s Vineyard Agricultural Society and Livestock Show and Fair. There will be a hot lunch served in front of the fireplace and music by Kevin Keady.

The winter’s schedule of community suppers at our local churches is being arranged. The weekly suppers will begin soon, a gathering place for neighbors and friends. West Tisbury’s will be on Wednesday evenings at 5:30 at the Congregational Church. Everyone is welcome.

I am writing with Talley lying quietly by my feet, Nan and Mike still safely asleep upstairs. Porter is stretched across the length of Mike’s recliner seat. With stars overhead and lights in the tree outside my window, what else could I possibly need? This time is to count my blessings.