Things have started to go batty up in the West Tisbury woods where I live, and I’m not just referring to the northern long-ear denizens that have returned to jitter and jive across my yard.
The deer have gone crazy. The birds have gone mad. The pinkletinks have gone positively berserk. They sound their cacophonous mating call all through the night, a chorus of “pick-me-pick-me-pick-me”s emanating from the ponds.
Vanessa Czarnecki
Sometimes all you need is a few hundred square feet and the love of a place.
Valerie Reese
Heading out into the fields is part meditation, part manual labor, part continuing education. It’s an act of nurturing, an ode and devotion to the beauty of the Island. It’s a simple pleasure, above all.
Vanessa Czarnecki
When the breakneck pace of summer yields and the center of the universe recedes from our doorstep, the Vineyard grows small, its citizens draw close, and its woes and worries and simple joys grow loud.
Vanessa Czarnecki
