Hermine Hull
West Tisbury: Trips off-Island, holiday decorations, town party, jazz concert, and Circuit Arts
The weather has stayed mild most of the past week, our lovely long temperate autumn that makes up for our endlessly cool springs. Oddly,...
West Tisbury: Ukulele Jam, author talks, town potluck, Christmas Faire, and the night sky
Thanksgiving is over. November almost is, too. Tomorrow will be Dec. 1.
Station 1 put up their lights after a radio check this morning. Middletown...
West Tisbury: Pop-up book sale, Up-Island Council on Aging trips, and Planning Board
We have had a beautiful few days, cold enough for morning frosts, then sunny and clear during the days, cold again once the sun...
West Tisbury: Corn pudding time
A rimy haze coated our roofs and lawn this morning. There had been a few chilly mornings, but this was a real frost, and...
West Tisbury: Farmer’s Market, turkey dinner, town visioning workshop, and Charlie Parton
When my brother, Andy, called me Tuesday morning to wish me a happy birthday, he said it was snowing in Redding. Just a few...
West Tisbury: Autumn memories, fire department, Barn Raisers Ball, and Music Street Musicians
It was warm all week, in the 70s, then back into the 50s for the weekend. Partly sunny, partly gray. Yellow and browns predominate,...
West Tisbury: Bob Fischer, Green House Project, Gayle Gardens, and Halloween party
“Howdy, Neighbor,” was Bob Fischer’s customary greeting, whether he had walked up the path through the woods between our houses, driven down our driveway...
West Tisbury: Autumn colors, Harvest Festival, Seed Library, book clubs, and drawing group
It looks like an abstract expressionist painting outside my windows. The burning bush I planted 40 years ago, before they were discouraged as invasive,...
Works in progress
Driving up the steep driveway to the house where Barney Zeitz lives and makes art feels like entering a world apart. The path leading...
West Tisbury: Governance Task Force, library’s exhibit, Duo Amie concert, and Israel
Saturday was rainy again, drenching at times, then misty soft. It’s supposed to get sunny with temperatures in the 50s and low 60s for...
West Tisbury: Library exhibit, piano concert, photography book, and ‘Pinkletink the Froggie’
Another gray, rainy weekend, the third in a row. It still feels heavy and sticky outside, thankfully not as hot, but where are the...
West Tisbury: Family heirlooms, beach cleanup, ‘Braiding Sweetgrass,’ and author talk
It feels quieter since the hurricane-that-wasn’t. It’s officially fall, too. It may be all in my mind, but the change of seasons always feels...
Sacred memories
Baruch atah adonai elohenu melech ha’olam asher kidshanu bemitzvotav vitzivanu lehadlik ner shel (shabbat ve) yom tov.
Blessed art thou, O Lord Our God, King...
West Tisbury: Signs of autumn, Council on Aging, Falls Prevention Month, and Fossil Day
The wind has been blowing all day. I can feel it at my back as I sit on my sofa, writing, with the windows...
West Tisbury: Old town dump, ‘Becoming Gandhi,’ Human Recovery Library, and Paul Doherty
It feels like we are back in time to July, and summer’s hot, humid days and nights. What a miserable week this has been....
West Tisbury: Beloved cat, Climate Book Club, lobster picnic, and emergency preparedness
I have already noticed the light changing. The sky starts to quiet by 6 and, if Mike gets home closer to 7, I will...
Vineyard summers gone by
“The very act of drawing made me participate in the life around me.”
So said Adolf Dehn, draftsman, lithographer, and watercolorist. A collection of his...
West Tisbury: Cherry tree, ‘Nancy’ cartoon, autism book, rock painting, and bubble party
Longtime readers of this column may recall references to the ‘Hally Jolivette’ cherry tree that has bloomed in my yard for many years. I...
Dining alfresco at Salvatore’s
When I was a young art student in New York City, I followed Gael Greene’s restaurant reviews in New York magazine with an avidness...
West Tisbury: Nighttime sky, Agricultural Fair, author talks, and Climate Book Club
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted...