By LYNNE IRONS

I was working in Edgartown last Thursday during the rather impressive storm. We did not experience hailstones but ran for cover anyway. I don’t recall being so terrified of thunder and lightening. We were on the harbor in a big open space. That, combined with the news of a 42-year-old fisherman struck and killed in Chatham, made us less cavalier than usual. I remember Craig Kingsbury telling me of two separate strikes he experienced. Once, he said, he woke up 20 feet from where it took place.

By LYNNE IRONS

I have no business writing a garden column. I do whatever I want and follow no rules. The good news is that I am eating the fruits of my labors. Last weekend I was able to put several containers of snow peas into the freezer. I tore off the stems and strings, blanched for a minute in boiling water, and chilled them in cold water. They were still crispy and will be great this winter in stir-frys or pot pies.

By LYNNE IRONS

By LYNNE IRONS

By LYNNE IRONS

I realize it is unpopular to want more rain but, honestly, the several days of hot, dry wind just sucked the moisture out of everything including me. Even after last Friday’s lovely shower, the soil was completely dusty a half inch down. I’m hyper-aware of this fact as I am attempting a new vegetable garden where the well has yet to be completed. I have become extremely grateful to turn on the faucet at my own place.