What a beautiful week. All my favorites are blooming. There is an ancient redbud in front of the Edgartown Fire Station.
Last spring just as my apple trees burst into full bloom. The very next day those flowers were completely gone and were hideous brown spots.
Here it is — the end of a chilly, rainy week. The sun came out Monday and everything is beginning to jump out of the ground.
daffodils bloom in Chilmark
I am not a traveler. Although I thoroughly enjoyed my two weeks in Italy, I am now hopelessly behind.
Let me start right off with “There’s no place like home.” This is regardless of a lovely 12 days in Italy.
Lynne Irons is away this week. The following column first ran on April 20, 2007.
When I moved to the Vineyard in 1970, about to have a baby, I thought it time to get back to my roots and I had no idea where to start.
I am a slave to tradition and the queen of repetition at the same time.
I’m disappointed with hyacinths. A few years ago I planted a shocking amount of them in all different colors.