Every once in awhile when I was a child summering at East Chop, a four or five-masted schooner would come into sight, white sails filled with wind.

The smell of rosa rugosa is overwhelmingly intoxicating. Did you ever smell anything so sweet? .

There are three Jacob sheep across from me, big, gray and alert with curling horns.

Will we be the last generation to enjoy cod in New England?

I have learned a new word, a noun, the pull-by.

We quietly lost the dean of Vineyard builders when Donald DeSorcy died recently. Outwardly tough, he had a warm heart and the best design and construction skills.