The Island, although proudly maintaining aloofness from the main when the country is at peace, is one with her when danger threatens.

The fog rolled out and summer rolled in late last week. The relentless chill of spring has finally shifted.

History, I like to think, is a larger way of looking at life. It is a source of strength, of inspiration. It is about who we are and what we stand for.

Slow sun pulls long days over July. The marsh holds its breath and soaks in warm water.

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The solstice is well past, and summer, hardly begun, will be sliding ever so gently down hill.