t is high summer on the Vineyard, when the branches of our maple trees are so top-heavy with dark green leaves they form half-moon arcs bending toward the ground.
Doing some mental arithmetic the other day, Allen Whiting realized that it has been 55 years since he first exhibited his paintings at the Field Gallery.
Last Saturday morning in downtown Edgartown I overheard a grandmother telling the small child who was holding her hand: “There are no people here in the winter.”
Here we are on the cusp of Independence Day. Anybody feel like waving the flag?
Surprise! August is suddenly here. With little warning we were hit with full-blown summer crowds, hot weather and traffic jams.
I have never been to a star-spangled Hollywood film premiere.