Any outdoor activity these days can create a dust cloud. We have put our gardens to bed after finding the last of the veggies, but what will next year be like without some serious rains?
Chilmark has gone fishin’. . . the weather is good and the fish are running. Lots of fishermen line the jetties and small boats are out. The bonito are biting as well as the false albacore.
We must say goodbye to Ethel Sherman, a beloved member of our world who was a sage of her time, accomplishing more than many of us could manage in her 91 years.
Chilmark is a quieter place as I write on Wednesday morning. The road noises of summer are missing, garbage pick up, food deliveries, fish wholesale trucks . . . all missing.
Well, we had many activities to keep us busy and the usual annual all-Island events of August, Illumination Night, the fireworks and the Agricultural Fair. There is a special feeling to winning a ribbon at the fair.
Chilmark is surviving the usual August crush as always. It is about time someone tried to explain the sunset madness that seems to affect a large number of people on nice evenings at the shore.
Chilmark is moving at warp speed. My advice is to slow down and watch the motorcade go by. Wave if you aren’t on the phone. Chilmark welcomes the First Family for their annual vacation amongst us.
No wonder everyone is moving so fast, too much to do and too little time to do them all. The good weather days offer the beaches and fishing and the rainy days offer the shopping tours.
Chilmark welcomes August and all the folks arriving this week for their month in the sun. It was a quick goodbye to our annual July friends — did we actually catch a moment with them, or was it just a quick greeting?
