243 Pond Road in West Tisbury sold for $2,000,000 on April 16.

20 Kings Way in Vineyard Haven sold for $374,200 on April 16.

Edible Vineyard, a quarterly magazine that celebrates the Island’s food scene, and the Vineyard Gazette Media Group have entered into a sales and marketing agreement, their publishers announced this week.

Members of a town committee charged with organizing the move of the Gay Head Light learned this week that they are not alone in their plight during a presentation about a project to move the Sankaty Head Light on Nantucket six years ago.

Perhaps perversely, now that spring is here and the daffodils and forsythia are out and dandelions are starting to gleam along roadsides, I’m feeling nostalgic about snow. I missed most of this past winter’s Island snow, but on a recent trip I found it frosting the evergreen forests in Germany and Poland, and it led to a most serendipitous encounter.

On Monday kindergarten and first grade students at the Chilmark School took their youthful expertise to the air. As part of a STEM project, standing for science, technology, engineering and mathematics, the children collaborated on kite making. They were given 25 pennies to spend on materials for each kite and the designs were all their own.

Editor’s note: The following is a talk James Athearn gave on Sunday at the West Tisbury Congregational Church as part of the church’s farm-to-faith initiative. Mr. Athearn is the owner of Morning Glory Farm in Edgartown. The Hebrew Center is partnering with the church on this program and will be holding a farm-to-faith shabbat service tonight, April 26, and a panel discussion afterwards entitled The Art and Faith of Farming.

Martha’s Vineyard leads the State in unhealthy alcohol consumption (Vineyard Gazette, March 28, 2013) but Martha’s Vineyard is also a leader in helping people gain long term recovery through its sober living facilities. The Vineyard House plan to build a new and expanded sober house campus is a very strong statement that the entire community will come together to support individuals who are ready to recapture their lives.

“You know, I used to live there,” I told my in-laws after they mentioned hoping to visit Martha’s Vineyard during a New England vacation.

So many memories washed over me. Stopping to swim in the sound on the way home from work each August day. The ferries that without fail made me queasy. Running the trail at Fulling Mill Brook. That lady Virginia who sang Material Girl each week at Season’s karaoke night. A bay scallop melting in my mouth.

I have always been a talker. My parents said even when I was little when they would come home late from an evening out they would rush into my room outraged that I was still awake . . . only to find me sitting up in bed talking in my sleep. To no one.

I come from a family of talkers. We talk over each other thinking the louder we yell the bigger the possibility that someone will listen. But since there are no listeners in this crowd no one really hears anything.