The wild buttercups have been beautiful this year, great drifts of them strewn across meadows and lawns.

From saunter to strut we walk through life, hoofing a dance from time to time. Charlie Chaplin did a duck waddle and Michael Jackson moon-walked.

An editor of a national newspaper called me recently to see if I would be interested in writing a piece for them about summer on the Vineyard from a local’s perspective.

Aromatic foliage hangs purple Within reach, a lilac branch To honor those who have served

The real tick season has started as nymphs of both deer ticks and lone star ticks are out and will be present through July.

I am on an Island off the coast of Massachusetts thinking about my time as a sea cook on tall ships.