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My heart sank Easter morning when I saw the rain and gray sky.
A short column this week.
There were lots of familiar faces at the Performing Arts Center Saturday night.
What a beautiful weekend.
Nelia Decker stopped by the other day and we found ourselves reminiscing about our time together — she as children's librarian and me as a library trustee.
A microcosm of New England weather, from warm sunshine to snow, has been ours in just the past weekend.
It's hard to focus on anything besides the horrific pictures of death and devastation from the earthquake and tsunami in Japan.
West Tisbury lost one of its most notable citizens last week when Edwin Woods died at his winter home in California.
There were lots of announcements in my inbox this week, detailing events in town and across the Island.
Suzanne Hammond called me last week to announce the appearance of her first snow crocus.
Sunday's Super Bowl was exciting, but not as exciting for me as seeing baseball players tossing a ball around the diamond across the street.
Fields, snow-striped, lie silent and waiting.
It's time to cut forsythia branches to bloom inside.
Tonight was an ice sky.
Outside the windows, the woods are at their prettiest.
It was like summer at the beach this New Year's Day.
Wet snowflakes are blowing past my windows as I'm settled on the sofa writing my column.
Snow is gently falling outside my window, predicted to continue for another three days, hopefully ensuring a white Christmas.
Clear, cold nights have made the stars seem brighter and more abundant.