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I am in love.
People ask me all the time about how I write this column.
Hay, cut and tedded, combined with multiflora roses to create the headiest scent near fields around town last week.
Summer friends are beginning their annual return to town.
The sun finally came out.
As I write this I can't help thinking about Memorial Day weekend that heralds the Vineyard summer.
My husband laughs at me every time I speak in superlatives, but this truly has been the most beautiful spring.
Going through one of my piles of clippings I found an old West Tisbury column by Polly Woollcott Murphy from May 1987.
There almost wasn't a column this week.
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.