The attached letter has been circulated to the The Trustees of Reservations and the Mass Division of Marine Fisheries: In my view, the ongoing oceanic and coastal processes witnessed at the Trustees property at Wasque Reservation and Leland Beach should not become part of the Schifter’s relocation plan.

About 1930 I used to join childhood friends during three summers on Lambert’s Cove Beach, which was the base for Norman Benson’s trap fishing business.

When high school freshman Mason Jeffers was given a slip of paper at the beginning of the school year notifying him that he had been nominated by his class to be part of Peer Outreach, he was surprised. Mason, along with 39 other students across all grades levels, was identified by a schoolwide survey as a person his fellow students would feel comfortable going to with a problem. “It made me proud that out of my whole grade I was one of the top 10 people who they trust,” he said.

During winter, when there is significant snowfall, wildlife biologist Luanne Johnson begins the hunt for otter trails.

Only in the snow can she easily track the round-toed trails at Sepiessa Point Reservation or the smooth belly slides along the hills of Cranberry Acres. Otherwise, the elusive otter remains mostly a mystery. This winter has been a good one for observations.

You know what I think of technology. A necessary (or perhaps unnecessary) evil. I still prefer to do my writing and thinking with a cheap black ballpoint pen on a yellow legal pad. I spent two and a half hours on the phone with three nice technicians in India two weeks ago.

Well, spring will be here in a mere five days and that will not be soon enough for many of us. We were battered by a northeaster that didn’t leave much of any snow, but the wind sure did howl with gusts up to 65 mph. All boat service was canceled for last Thursday and the beginning of Friday. The weekend weather was decent, even if it was a bit windy.

We decorate with rocks, using them to landscape, cover driveways, mark parking spots or protect our grass from cars. We paint them — usually white but sometimes yellow — to attract further attention. Smooth purple rocks are sparingly gathered from a purposefully unnamed up-Island beach.

I need to do some repairs under the ferry ramp on the Edgartown side. The recent run of extremely low tides and then the four-day northeaster have caused scouring beneath the retaining wall that separates Dock street from the ferry slip. In order to get the repairs done in one day, we need to start early and work late.

Here we go waiting for spring. My crocuses are up and blooming and the daffodils are up and budded. They have been snowed on and now rained on. My friend who keeps me updated on the wildlife aspect of spring, Jan Norton, called to report that she and her husband Floyd heard two pinkeltinks. I hope that means warmer weather is on the way.

Chilmark is enjoying the bright sunshine of midweek as I write. The skies are clear and the sounds of the hammers are in the air . . . always my first hint of a milder season to come!