There is nothing quite like the season’s first snow. Tuesday morning it woke me up because it was so quiet.

That was some serious wind and rain on Monday night. I think I slept about two hours.

It was a bit alarming on Monday when the rapidly moving storm crossed over the Vineyard.

My truck is rapidly becoming a closet. The mornings are chilly so I appropriately bundle up for outside work.

How amazing has the weather been since last weekend’s highs of almost 70 degrees?

Brrr. I guess this past week’s weather could be called a wake-up call. I hauled out the long underwear and hats.

Many of the summer people for whom I work chose to stay through the fall. Covid has changed the habits and schedules of most of us.

Every year when the vegetable garden freezes it’s a combination of sadness and relief.

As I often do, I need to complain about last weekend’s wind. It stripped many of the just-turning beautiful fall leaves from my sugar maple.

The last few weeks have offered up some pretty spectacular cloud formations.