When the Oak Bluffs fireworks end with the bursting of a pair of glittering, pyrotechnic palm trees this month, the Martha’s Vineyard Swing Band will begin to play on the porch of 93 Ocean Avenue. And John and Sharon Kelly will celebrate 29 years of summer living on the perimeter of Ocean Park.
By Brooks Robards
When you walk out to our backyard, the first thing you’ll notice is that CDs are hanging from the branches of many of our bushes. It’s not because we want our forsythias to look like gypsies; it’s to scare away the damn deer.
By Geoff Currier
The Franklins, who run Vineyard Photo, keep a project in motion at home.
By Margaret Knight
My strategy is to plant a little more than I need of everything, do my imperfect best at pest control, then resign myself to sharing some of my bounty with the critters and insects.
By Laura D. Roosevelt
When a house acquires a name on the Island, it’s a sign that a stranger has arrived, worked hard, sacrificed, and achieved something memorable.
By Ali Berlow
Daffodils are the year-round Vineyarder’s special pleasure, along with pinkletinks and parking spots in Edgartown.
By Paul Schneider
Deep in the woods of Chilmark off Tabor House Road, the earthly and the ethereal meet in the timber-frame home of the Goff-Maidoff family.
By Margaret Knight
A renowned expert on indigenous flora on Martha’s Vineyard, Carlos Montoya has been interested in native plants since he began landscaping here some twenty years ago.
By Laura D. Roosevelt
Two generations of Taylors have lived in the same family home on a hilltop in Aquinnah. But only for nine months out of the year.
By Brooks Robards
South Mountain Company of West Tisbury builds some of the most expensive homes on Martha’s Vineyard. It also builds more affordable housing than any other design and construction firm on the Island. The funny thing is, South Mountain builds both types of house in much the same way.
By Ian Fein
A lifelong resident of Chappaquiddick watched a big, new house rise up where scrub and trees once grew. At first glance, it looked like just another out-of-place manor imposing itself on the wilderness. Then she met the family who owned it.
By Margaret Knight
