Although we desperately need rain, it has been a beautiful week and a perfect long weekend. It felt almost like hurricane weather a couple of days, heavy air and sky, with wind making the trees sway. But most of the time it was clear blue skies, puffy clouds, and early fall color. As the leaves begin to drop, spaces are opening up in our woods. The morning and evening sky appears, something we don’t see all summer. I relish the colorful show of peach and orange and gold as much as the leaves underfoot.
Mike and I have begun again with a new kitten we named Nelson, a good West Tisbury name, after someone we both love, and who is long-lived. We hope that is a good omen for our little guy. He is a marmalade kitten with handsome dark markings around his eyes, rings encircling his ribs and tail, a lot to say for himself, and a lot of energy and love. His eyes follow me around the room if I leave him for a moment. He jumps onto Mike at night, settles himself between Mike’s legs on the recliner, and purrs. He is playful, silly, affectionate, friendly, and confident — all one could wish for. He will be a champion mouser.
He came to us, as kittens do, in a serendipitous way. When I called Cynthia Walsh to tell her that Porter had died, she said, “My sister has a litter of darling kittens.” Not long after, I heard that Jaime had chosen “the perfect kitten for Hermine.” She had. She came down her stairs with three unspoken-for kittens. Two played with themselves in a kitten ball, but one climbed up on my chest and snuggled into my neck. That remains his favorite spot and he spends as much of his day there as he can. Needless to say, I don’t get much accomplished between playing with the kitten and staying still while he naps on my chest or shoulder. My neck and chin are rubbed sore from his sandpaper tongue. The dogs are already whipped into shape, although Nan sometimes forgets herself in a moment of over-exuberance. But overall, Jaime’s assessment is spot on. He is a perfect kitten.
Other growing youngster news, the cygnets on the Mill Pond all summer have fledged, off to greener waters. Please let me know if and where anyone spots them.
ACE MV still has openings for some fall classes: Basic Auto Maintenance for Women; Relaxed Body, Open Mind, Deep Rest; Yoga Teacher Training; practicum in Early Childhood Education Preschool; Wampanoag Arts & Culture; Envisioning Your Emerging Self Workshop. Check their website: acemv.org, email email@example.com, or call 774 310-1131.
Mother Goose on the Loose continues on Thursdays at 10:30. It is held at the Oak Bluffs Library this week, October 17, and will meet at the Vineyard Haven Library on October 24.This past weekend’s Winter Farmers’ Market was great fun. The Ag Hall was packed with vendors and patrons, music, and an air of celebration. Kale, butternut squash, beets, peppers, onions, grass-raised meat and eggs, hand-made soaps, the most delicious varieties of jams, preserves, and baked goods, orchids, yarns for winter projects. The next one will be October 26.
Kingsley is the guest curator for Artistry in Wood, Tomorrow’s Collectibles, the new exhibition at Featherstone Center for The Arts, that opens October 20. Nancy has chosen an array of decoys, birds, ship models, and furniture. The show runs through November 6.
The next show at Featherstone is called The POWER Art Show. Artists are welcome to submit work.
Allen Whiting and Rez Williams are exhibiting a selection of their largest paintings at The A Gallery in Oak Bluffs. The show opened this weekend and will run through Thanksgiving. Congratulations for a gorgeous show and for Rez winning the 2013 Creative Living Award.
Everyone in town is shocked and terribly saddened by the accident that killed David Campbell last Monday afternoon. Our condolences and prayers for Scott and Ruth, Colleen and Rose, and so many friends.
Condolences, too, to the family and friends of Marguerite Cottle.
Last Tuesday I went off-Island to visit my cousin, Sally, a resident at Heritage Assisted Living in Falmouth. It’s always a lovely day together, as both Sally and Heritage are very interesting, and lunch is always good. I also have a duty to perform whenever I go. Beth Kramer’s mom, Joan, and Maureen Hall’s mom, Sheila, are both at Heritage, and my job is to kiss them both and tell them “I love you, Mom,” from their daughters. Then I deliver return kisses and greetings when I get home. This time, after visiting with Sheila and Joan, I was returning to Sally’s and my table, when I heard someone ask, “If you’re from West Tisbury, do you know my daughter and son-in-law?” The questioner was Mary Bell, mother of Christine Gault, mother-in-law of Tom Hodgson. Of course I know them. A kiss for Mary, too, and I have a return one for Christine next time I see her.