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Hermine Hull

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Martha Fleishman, Kathy Stevenson, and I had a conversation at Cronig's last week, discussing new varieties of daffodil bulbs available at West Tisbury's nurseries.

West Tisbury

I was surprised to find myself turning on the porch light for Mike to come home, around six o'clock, and about the same time in the morning when I let the dogs out.

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I awakened early to a lightening sky, sort of a butternut color, that shimmered through the trees off the east side of our house.

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It's not often that I'm out driving around at 7 am, so it's disconcerting when I am to see how much I enjoy it.

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The Island seems to be draped in autumn clematis.

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Well, now we have prepared for the next storm.

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Giulia Fleishman and Caitlin Jones introduced me to Green Zebra tomatoes.

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The temperature has dropped and, with wind and rain, it feels like long pants and hot tea are called for.

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Hot pink, yellow, fire engine red, orange, purple, and lime green — all the colors dotting the fairgrounds, attracting everyone to "Come to the Fair.

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Computers elude me.

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Last time I saw him, Brian Mann irreverently quipped, "I guess God reads your column.

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The heat seems relentless as we head into the last week of July.

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News of the horrific fire that destroyed the Coast Guard boathouse in Menemsha Monday afternoon overwhelms everything and everyone.

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"I feel like I've died and gone to Hell.

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Hazy skies seem to hold in the heat and obscure the landscape as though a theatrical scrim was dropped over the island.

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The summer solstice, and with it the longest day of the year, has come and gone.

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I remember feeling very Bohemian and worldly, sitting in The Elms Inn drinking wine and eating escargots.

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Anyone driving through North Tisbury has no doubt been enchanted by Argie Humphreys' old orchard, now newly flower-filled.

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"Come and sit by Katherine C.

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I often feel that Mike and I could make another dog from the amount of fur we regularly brush off Tallulah and Murphy.