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Workers have already begun forming new dunes on South Beach’s Left Fork, using dredged sand from Katama Bay and Herring Creek. Both water bodies had filled with sand after December and January’s storms.
The Vineyard’s most peaceful and least frantic week of the year is drawing to an end. It’s the turning point of winter as spring appears on the horizon, and we have been blessed with appropriate weather, sunny and mild.
Boys varsity hockey team breezes through the first round of the playoffs against the Greenfield Green Wave.
After more than three years of permitting and construction, the mixed-use Stone Bank condominium project is a largely tenanted new mini-neighborhood in downtown Vineyard Haven.
March is next but what awaits at its outset — a lion, a lamb or something in between? All will be revealed soon enough, but before the shift there is an extra day to ponder, a moment to leap or linger or maybe sit back and listen. Or better yet, make time for all three.
Resident winter birds are plentiful in February during the stretch between winter and spring, and northbound migrants begin to arrive.
True love wins out over mistaken identities in this musical reimagining of Shakespeare's classic comedy.
The goundhog said spring was on its way but Mother Nature had other plans. Snow fell and stuck around, blanketing the Island in white.
The Vineyard received between 6 and 9 inches of snow Tuesday. It was the largest snow storm of the season.
Already the light feels different, more abundant, brighter. It brings with it warmth, even on cold days, along with the scent of new life. February has just begun but already there is a subtle shift, a whisper of what is to come. Listen closely.
A group of the Island’s older hockey enthusiasts gather at the Martha’s Vineyard Ice Arena to shoot the bull and shoot the puck. They have conceded body checking and slap shots to the good sense that comes with age, but the competition and the camaraderie are as strong as ever.
We are about midway between winter solstice and vernal equinox, but the weather feels more like early spring than midwinter. We've had all the precipitation that even the driest duck could ask for, but it's been rain, not snow.
Out walking, we see our own breath in the air and appreciate something essential about what it means to be alive.