Positive reflections as the old year wanes.
“Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off’rings, and a thankful strain.” – Alexander Pope
In 1918, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, an armistice was declared between the Allied nations and Germany in World War I.
Periodically, I hope to include in the Chilmark column a guest appearance from the woman who kept us fed with all of the newsy tidbits she could get her hands on over the past, let’s just say, many years.
The local apples, sweet cinnamon and tender crust came together in the kitchen of Beth Mayhew into an, oh so delicious, rustic pie that I was lucky enough to enjoy for breakfast a few days ago.
It’s not for a few weeks but please mark your calendar for the 40th Women’s Symposium to be held at the CCC on Oct. 28 from 9 a.m. to noon.
The flash of a false albacore darting through the water at the tip of the jetty, striped bass migrating south as our waters begin the fall cool down, the first flash of bright color amidst the green leaves
