The first snowflakes fell as I walked out from church Sunday morning. They continued spitting intermittently throughout the afternoon, starting and stopping, not amounting to anything except wondering what was going to happen. Predictions ranged from one inch to a foot. So far, nothing. I want to report that the newly refurbished interior of the […]
A nice surprise to see grass again. It’s a bit dull, sodden in some places, but still a solid footing after snow/ice/rain/mud and slicked one atop the other. I know we can still get snow in March, but it makes me eager to be outside. I love my daily perambulations around the yard to look […]
Do you remember the fairy tale about the princesses who left their beds at night to dance their slippers to shreds? The description of the tree-lined path they walked through, trees with leaves of silver, gold, or diamonds, always appealed to my imagination. That was in my mind as I was drove home during Saturday […]
Another week starting off with snow. When I went out to get wood this afternoon, I thought the sky looked like what my mother called “a snow sky,” kind of a heavy translucent gray. Sure enough, I looked outside a few minutes ago to see snow falling. It had already prettily covered shrubs and footprints, […]
Another week of weather — cold and snowy, then a warm weekend. It has begun to snow as I am writing this Monday morning, more predicted mid-week. This has been the most beautiful winter so far. Yesterday when Mike and I walked our dogs there was mist rising across the Great Pond, the far bank […]
The ground is still covered with snow. There have been a couple of milder days with temperatures above freezing, but mostly it’s been windy and cold, cold, cold. Single digits cold with minus wind chills. My kitten, Nelson, is proving less an outdoorsman than his namesake, Nelson Bryant. My little Nelson took one look at […]
Some sad losses for West Tisbury with the passing of David Franklin, Sonny Jackson, and Jonathan Revere.
I can see the wind blowing through the rhododendron hedge and few remaining oak leaves in our woods.
Everywhere Mike or I go we meet someone who asks, “Is that Mari Harman’s dog?” or “Do you still have Mari Harman’s dog?” They are referring to Nanuk, our golden retriever.
I had written the above and was ready to send it in to the Times when the phone rang.