One of this Island’s most accomplished citizens will celebrate her 95th birthday on Monday, June 15.
The world around us says June. Trees, grasses, flowers beds are glowing with youth and are robust with vitality. Nature is thumping its breast.
For those who came for the holiday weekend, I hope the weather didn’t ruin your visit. I hope the planned barbecue on the deck instead became a cosy indoor gathering around the fire.
I spent some of this gorgeous past weekend transplanting little pots of annuals. A few of the pots said they were perennials, but I know from experience that they will be annuals.
If you were a visitor here in recent days, and you came to this fabled Island expecting to splash around in saltwater while deepening your tan, I am so sorry. I hope you brought a warm jacket.
Nobody will ever love you as much as your mother, says a commercial on TV these days. Because that is probably somewhat true, do something special for your mother this Sunday, which is Mother’s Day.
May Day has meant many things to different people around the world.
No more Mrs. Nice Guy. Last fall, we were persuaded to harbor all the leaves, dead grass, bits of brush, on their own turf. So the mounds piled up along the property borders and against the outside walls.
On State Road between home and the post office, spring has announced itself. A bumper crop of lambs at the Whitings’ gaze at the cars driving by.
