September is passing much too quickly. We have had long, delicious rains and brilliant windy days and clear blue skies and it’s all of it is just amazing.

This month is a treasure chest that opens after Labor Day, and out pours a few weeks of languid golden light, just for those who’ve stuck around. September is a jar of honey on a windowsill, a yellow Labrador lolling on the grass, a sun-kissed stillness before winter.

The fall equinox is almost upon us. Make some plans for the harvest moon on September 20: maybe a fire, something good to drink and a late-night swim.

When I was younger, everyone seemed to leave in the fall, and it was a restless time because of that. It seemed that during those years I could not go anywhere in September without finding feathers scattered on the ground, so many feathers, from birds already taking wing. They seemed like suggestions, in every lovely shape and color, that autumn might be a good time to fly away.

Lambert’s Cove opens this week for the rest of the island to enjoy, which is great. Actually, the West Tisbury website says Labor Day but many people seem convinced that the official date is Sept. 15. Something tells me if you go, you will not be turned away. But I will get there as soon as possible and report back.

It’s derby season and already there have been some great stories. I love the Gazette’s photograph of Devon Metters, holding the tuna he wrestled out of the water, his face wreathed in joy, two awestruck fishermen standing up in their boat in the background; it’s an amazing picture.

My children have been talking a lot about Jeff Majkowski, the technology teacher at the West Tisbury School, and his classroom-decorating skills. Apparently there are plants and a basketball hoop. It sounds awesome. I really miss being able to enter that building and peek into the rooms and see what’s happening.

I did not know Maggie Schwartz but when I saw a photograph of her, I recognized her at once from her years at the thrift shop. Her husband Bob was instrumental in the design and construction of The Field Gallery, which just celebrated its 50th year.

Peggy and Bob celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary at home in West Tisbury. A couple of years ago, they moved to Connecticut to be closer to family. Bob died in spring of 2020 and, to the sorrow of their many friends and relatives, Maggie followed him this week. It sounds as though they had a long and happy life together and will be missed.