Spring is blossoming at Tubby Medeiros’s home in Dodger’s Hole in Edgartown. But instead of budding flowers, there is a mix of brightly-colored lobster pot buoys. Mr. Medeiros is a lobsterman and he is moving full speed ahead to get ready for the upcoming fishing season. New white lobster pot buoys, freshly painted with orange markings, hang on lines in his backyard like laundry on a clothes line.

Winter on Circuit avenue can be quiet. Down at the Good Ship Lollipop only a few customers find their way to the door seeking chocolate treats. And yet the candy store does have at least one daily customer who keeps knocking, literally, at the window.

From the March 4, 1983 Reflections of That Man Friday column by William A. Caldwell: Depending on the distance intervening between you the beholder and it the beheld, the herring gull (Larus argentatus smithsonianus) is either (1) a thing of beauty and a joy forever or (2) loathesome, a dweeb, a nerd, yucky. Wheeling and glinting high on a blue morning sky over a great city or an inland valley, the gull signifies that you’re near the sea, nearer and nearer to the end of the journey, almost home.

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.