The valley of the Mill Brook is only as wide as the shadow of a cloud.

But many memories have settled here. From Waskosim’s Rock I see

the leaves along the frost bottom have changed. Reflecting in the string

of ponds along North Road, they blow through another sky, below

other clouds — leaves and the likeness of past leaves. One February,

I walked along the brook listening to it murmuring under the ice.

It is still snowing in my mind. That day that winter, the flakes falling

The Schifter house move presents a sobering contradiction. The goal is to save a property from the effects of climate change, but the means to this end is leaving a horrendous carbon footprint.

A big summer home used to be 5,000 square feet. Now a big summer home is 20,000 square feet. Where are we headed?

Regarding All Clear (a Gazette Chronicle), what a fascinating piece of Island (and social) history!

I have been a full-time washashore for a year now, and an active member of the Martha’s Vineyard Garden Club since August.

Regarding the Gazette story of March 22 headlined: “Have Host Will Travel, Ticks And Deer Thrive On Vineyard.”

The Vineyard is famous for many things, one being ticks.

A remarkable picture of Beach Road (circa 1900) placed on Facebook by Martha’s Vineyard Antique Photos sparked a discussion among Shelley Christiansen, Tom Dunlop, Sam Low and others about erosion at End of the Wall beach in Oak Bluffs. The loss is even more deceptive given the absence of surf on Nantucket Sound and startling because even average northeasters close the road at the culvert we used to call first bridge, once a crabbing spot.

From a Feb. 25, 1972 column by Joseph Chase Allen: Town meeting season is at hand and it is a good time to recollect that the annual town meeting is an institution that has been in operation for 303 years, according to available records.

The next Chappy Community Center potluck supper will be on Wednesday, April 17 and is hosted by Tom Osborn. I hope that Tom will bring a pot of South Dakota mashed potatoes. Once you have a taste you will never be satisfied with any other. Tom’s signature is in the form of a depression on the top in the exact size and shape of a whole stick of butter that soaked into the potatoes as it melted.

This is a tale of two cities and a tale of two sons. This is a tale of two mothers, both named Nancy. This is a tale of two very different parenting strategies. One mother lived in New England and had a son challenged by autism spectrum disorder (ASD). The other lived in Florida and her son was also challenged by ASD.

Today begins a long holiday weekend in the commonwealth. Monday is Patriots Day and the 117th running of the Boston marathon. Town offices will be closed.