Suzan Bellincampi
West Chop has been invaded.
It is not the Harley Riders, the East Chop militia, or a plague of locusts that is shattering the peace on the Island’s northwest peninsula, but some residents there may have some big trouble.
It was a Hail Mary pass.
Last Thursday, the gods or goddesses of storms played a long shot, and took the opportunity to deliver a bit of ice in the midst of summer.
In our garden, it is ladies first.
We are neither sexist nor old-fashioned, but are simply making entomological observations. Last week, we found out that lady luck was with us when we saw the first caterpillar, an American lady, in the garden happily munching on a leaf planted especially for it.
It is absolutely not true that I am not a dog lover.
My favorite dogs in the woods, though, are the dogwoods, those flowering beauties whose bark is worse than their bite. And, contrary to canines, you can teach an old dogwood a new trick: that of fantastic flowering each year, and pollen dispersion far and wide.
Not a day late or a dollar short.
It was almost two weeks ago a basking shark washed up on an Aquinnah beach. Somehow, I still feel compelled to go to great depths to find out more about this fascinating creature.
The grass is always greener ... except when it is blue and not grass at all.
Blue-eyed grass is opening its eyes at a field near you. Delicate, subtle and not as it seems is an apt description of this pleasing plant.