Passers-by on Davis Lane, Edgartown, who think they hear bells, probably do. Although a casual glance will fail to disclose their presence, their sound is everywhere when the wind blows, hanging on the air like milkweed blown.

 

The bells have been fastened to a tree on the property of G. Holmes Perkins. There are four of them, clustered on one branch, and they carol together when the breezes set the tree in motion. In shape they are somewhat like cow bells, but their size is just right for a calf.

 

It was a pretty idea to put them there, but it is even prettier to hear them, particularly when the tinkling comes upon one unaware, setting the tree’s rustling and the flickering patters of light and shade to perfect music.