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Now when I admire the view from the sunroom at 6 am, the vista is completely black and white as the trees have lost their foliage and the snow outlines them in silhouette.
Can you believe we actually got a white Christmas and not only that, the weather forecast seemed to be right on the money.
When you hear the Nobska foghorn blowing in the night and the temperatures are hovering around 30 degrees, you know that it can only mean one thing, and that would be snow — just before Christmas.
Can you believe the temperatures got to the low fifties this week? Take a deep breath because by the time you read this it will be hat, scarf, and mitten weather again.
As the cold moves in, so does my lab Molly.
Downtown is starting to "look a lot like Christmas.
Thanksgiving will be following shortly after you read this column.
I think the drought is over, and we still see a few puddles around to prove it.
The beautiful scene of the Oak Bluffs Harbor may once more be viewed on the webcam.
You just never know about weather in New England do you? Here I was resigned to the fact that it was almost November, getting used to less sunlight and cooler days and nights, and then we have a day like Monday last where it was springtime again.
Fall is here with visions of warm cozy nights in front of fireplaces, slower pace to our living, and homemade cooking and baking.
Columbus Day weekend brought us most beautiful sunny, cool weather and the opportunities to work outside and catch up on some of those chores to get ready for colder weather.
Windy, windy and rain seems to be the future for most of this week.
At last it's a bit cooler and you can actually get into town and find a parking space without too much trouble.
A brief but moving ceremony, reflecting on the tragedy of 9/11, was held at the Nelson W.
Thank you to all the emergency workers that planned ahead for the possibility of disasters due to a hurricane.
The Island is quieter now for a moment before Labor Day weekend.
Monday was what I call a summer respite day.
Now dawn comes later and prods me awake as ruffles of light peek in around the edge of the window shades an hour before it is time for the alarm to go off.