After a friend received multiple jellyfish stings on a beautiful beach day, she asked what are these gelatinous globs are good for, anyway?

Chilmark gardener Susan Straight has opened up quite a can of worms.

There is an angel in West Chop. Call her the patron saint of the monarchs.

Giant hogweed could be a pig in a poke for Islanders.

Caterpillars are eating my garden greens. More accurately, they are voraciously consuming every leaf in sight, leaving me almost nothing but skeletonized shadows of the leaves’ former flourishing selves.

Beachcomber and paleoecologist Heinz Lowenstam needed something he could really sink his teeth into. He found it in a discovery about a small mollusk called a chiton.