September is the month when a little churning in the far side of the Atlantic stirs up agitation in a certain neighbor who gets excited at the prospect of hurricane season.

Hurricanes don’t come here often­ — Carol in 1954, Bob in 1991 — but we are told that chances are increased now because of the warming climate and the heated-up ocean.

My memory of Bob includes knocked over trees, one of which took a bite out of the barn where we were spending the summer. At the Field Gallery field next door, all the eight-foot sculptures had been laid flat in preparation for the storm, and the figures resembled tragic victims though not one had been nicked.

Fully leafed branches and limbs littered the ground everywhere, blocking the roads — all the roads — for a while. Lopsided telephone posts leaned precariously, broken or twisted lawn furniture drifted across neighboring backyards.

A pair of visiting relatives sat back and enjoyed the thrill of it. We heard of other vacationers who left the Island before their rental period had expired, feeling cheated, claiming they were robbed.

For days, or maybe it was weeks, no electricity, no running water, not enough places to shower or do laundry. Bees and wasps stung everyone they encountered, punishing us after their hives and nectar supplies had been wiped out. Gardens, crops and flower beds disappeared. Yet, a month later, lilacs and cherry blossoms began to bloom. When we peeled off the protective masking tape we had pasted on our windows, the tape left ghosts of themselves behind. It was hard to scrape off the sticky stuff. Insurance agents had never been so busy, settling claims and planning new, different careers.

There had been some deaths, through not direct, and not officially attributed. One young woman on a bicycle, late on the day of the storm, was killed by a clean-up truck, apparently because she was invisible through the broken tree limbs and debris. Another man fell from a tree he was trimming after it was damaged by the turmoil.

But the September weather this year is glorious. Let us hope it stays perfect at least until Thanksgiving.

Sundy Smith and Jon Previant have arrived home after a month at their cabin in the woods and mountains of interior British Columbia. While in the northwest, they visited Vancouver Island and Cormorant Island. Sounds delicious.

Happy anniversary to Brendan O’Neill and Lindsay Lee on Friday, Sept. 13. Also belated happy anniversary wishes to Katie Mayhew and Sean McMahon, who celebrated five years of bliss on Saturday, Sept. 7.

Happy birthday to Evan Fielder and Rob Hauck, both on Sunday, Sept. 15.

It’s exciting for high school football families that the legendary game between the Vineyard and Nantucket, the Island Cup, will be played in Boston at Fenway Park, on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, with kickoff at 5 p.m. The worrisome part is that these families may be concerned about getting home to celebrate Thanksgiving. I just looked at the boat schedule. At this writing reservations are available for returning to the Island throughout the day Wednesday, Nov. 27. Better hurry.