Nature & Science
A thin crescent moon appears low in the southwestern sky after sunset tonight, when it is in the zodiacal constellation Gemini, moving into the constellation Cancer.
Temperature: Precip.
Day Max. Min. Inches.
Fº Fº
May 27 69 59 Trace
May 28 75 60 Trace
May 29 75 59 .00
May 30 77 61 ,00
May 31 81 62 .00
June 1 75 50 .00
June 2 75 59 .04
Water temperature in Edgartown harbor: 69º F.
It is everywhere. Clouds of pollen have coated the entire Island. We are in danger of sinking under the weight of the zillions of grains of male tree dust.
Well, not really, but it is driving us all a bit crazy and putting many into a sneezing frenzy.
Coming home to the Vineyard’s common birds is always a pleasure. “Our” black-capped chickadee with an unusual white blaze is back on the shelf feeder. The red-headed woodpecker looks very uncomfortable as it balances on the Droll Yankee tube feeder extracting seed. The white-breasted nuthatch is working upside down on the sycamore maple headed for the suet cage. The regulars are around the feeders.
A rare weakfish was caught last Saturday night by a local angler. Donald Lynch, 43, of Vineyard Haven, said he was entirely surprised by the catch. The fish was caught from the beach at the Lagoon Pond drawbridge. “On the very first cast I hooked up a fish and when I landed it, I discovered it was a 24-and-a-half-inch, three-plus pound weakfish,” Mr. Lynch said.
He said the last time he caught a weakfish was 25 years ago.
Temperature: Precip.
Day Max. Min. Inches.
Fº Fº
May 20 71 54 .03
May 21 71 54 .01
May 22 66 49 Trace
May 23 56 46 Trace
May 24 61 49 .12
May 25 70 56 Trace
May 26 74 52 Trace
Water temperature in Edgartown harbor: 64º F.
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Vineyard Gardener
I guess this past week weather-wise is called a January thaw. We did not really experience it the last several years as December was unseasonably warm.
Farm & Field
Beige and brown and tan and black, with horns spiraled or semicircular or in undulating waves, a legion of goats marched up the hill toward us, bleating in anticipation of fresh grass and leaves.