The drop in humidity this week is certainly a relief and a fitting end of frantic summer activities.

In this time of summer hustle, as the harvest of high-season gardens abound, I find my mind often turning to the subject of manure.

I admit that my memory is becoming a bit faulty but I cannot recall ever getting reliable rain in the month of August.

I simply love rain in the summer.

On our summer-centric, tourism fueled Island, we have lost a little something of the traditional, agrarian rhythms of New England.

There is nothing quite like the lift of a person's spirits when the heat and humidity drops.