Recently, on one of those absolutely perfect early spring days, I realized the sky has not been so blue and clear since the days following 9/11. There was not a single jet trail. I saw some photos...

I am eternally grateful to live on Martha’s Vineyard at a time like this. We can still go outside in our own yards and it seems that most are taking Covid-19 seriously. Indulge me as I quote...

A while ago I talked about my maternal grandmother, Nonnie. She was a letter writer. She began every one with a weather report from Rew, Penn. I still have a box of those letters. I figured it was a...

I’m a broken record — I hate the wind. The weather, however, does not respond to criticism. I have a large hoop-house covered in a white tarp. It is not for growing plants but rather to...

I’m going to stop mentioning the lack of winter and turn my attention to spring. It’s made the inevitable turn into yet another season. I’ve been hearing spring birds singing, there...

I grew up (or as I like to say grew taller) in the snow belt of western Pennsylvania. We experienced the lake effect snow which came off Lake Erie. Then, I’ve been out here on the Vineyard for...

I’m not positive but I think I have my earliest crocus ever. It was just one poking up between two rocks in the stone wall. The others are up and green. Perhaps the rocks warmed up enough on...

It was too rainy and chilly at the beginning of the week to begin the major yard cleanup. This task is now necessary as a result of last Friday night’s scary wind event. I did not lose any...

My mother died seven years ago at the beginning of February. We had to postpone her funeral a few times as major blizzards prevented me from the 500-mile road trip. This year the ground has really...

On a particularly beautiful morning last week I was driving past Polly Hill Arboretum. In the field across the street there were several dozen Canada geese. Because the field had frozen the night...