By LYNNE IRONS I was considering taking a garden hoe to my attic last week. The weatherman predicted four days of rain and I figured it was...
pansy drawing by Seniel Seward
By LYNNE IRONS I love Easter. Not only is church filled to capacity, but it is the real turning point between winter and spring. It doesn’t...
By LYNNE IRONS It is an uphill climb from every direction to my hometown of Rew. It is one of the highest points in the state of...
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Prudy Burt sent me this little poem. She said it came on a mug that Heidi Schmidt brought her from England. Let the wealthy and great...
By Lynne Irons> There is nothing like carefree youth. While driving near the Tisbury School, I saw a young boy with a broken foot on...
By LYNNE IRONS I have been wracking my brain to come up with a garden topic this week. Should I stay with some sort of winter theme or get...
By LYNNE IRONS Last Saturday was one of those perfect winter days — cold and crisp — not a cloud in the sky. An impressive crowd turned out...
By LYNNE IRONS I have had five memorable dogs. Each has lived over a decade and a half. My all-time favorite was Emma Jones, the beagle of...
By LYNNE IRONS I am a slave to tradition. For starters, I hate to shop so when I find an article of clothing that I like, I buy four or...

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