With a gust of wind, November blows the last of the oak leaves from the branches and the clear November light pours down from the emptied gulf of sky...
For all we have
Not all we think we need
For all the mountains
Broad valleys, deepest seas
For all our dreams
Our hopes
The friendships that we gain...
Sad to say, I come from a long line of people who bump into doors, sweep punch bowls from tables, and drag dog doo into rooms, inadvertently stamping...
All right, we have been officially initiated as full-fledged year-rounders in Vineyard Haven. We participated in Halloween. What a scene. What a kick...