I know some folks who were a bit cranky last weekend, what with rain (supposedly), wind and chilly temperatures. I for one loved it. I was able to make bread, have a little wood fire and basically enjoy being in the house.

Violet did some cooking. She is on a new kick of making granola and oat milk. Rolled oats go into the blender with water. Then she squeezes them through cloth endlessly. With maple syrup and vanilla, it’s downright delicious.

As I write on Tuesday late afternoon, there is some significant thunder and sky darkening. I am impressed when Mother Nature puts on a show.

I like the No Mow May that happened. Now that daisies are blooming, folks did a strategic cutting of the tall grass, leaving nice swaths of the June flower. For more than 30 years, we had a palomino quarter horse named Daisy. She spent her summers in the big field at the corner of State Road and Lower Lambert’s Cove. In June she looked fabulous standing in huge amounts of daisies. I miss her. Winston Churchill said, “There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.”

As long as we are on animals, what’s up with the chipmunks? Every time I travel on a dirt road, several run across in front of me.

It’s a good thing they are so cute since they are so aggravating in a garden. I’ve watched them run through a strawberry patch, carrying a whole berry.

One year they took most of the green paste tomatoes to another area and stored piles of them under giant cabbage leaves.

FYI: when shopping at a local nursery, choose small, not-yet-blooming material. It will not suffer from transplant shock and in the long run is more satisfactory. I know it’s tempting to pick big and boldly blooming. Resist that temptation.

Sadly, my personal garden has turned into the cobbler’s children’s feet. My advice, apparently, is unheeded by me.

I am fond of two gardens along State Road in Tisbury. One is at Ocean Breeze Bedding across from the Vineyard Haven cemetery and the other at The Larder. Both are filled with grasses and soft colors — blues and whites. They look wild but we all know that is a misnomer. People work to get that effect; it doesn’t just happen.

Our very own Bill Eville has written a book. It’s titled Washed Ashore.

I’m hesitant to give a book report but it’s a great page turner. My chiropractor has admonished me repeatedly to not read in bed. Something about the neck or numb arms.

I couldn’t help myself and jumped into Bill’s book one night. Only when the rooster crowed did I finish it.

A very sleepy day resulted but worth every moment. Thanks, Bill!