Last week, here in the hinterlands of West Tisbury, a serious frost — actually more like several hours of freezing temperatures — finished off my zinnias, tomatoes, peppers and beans.

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.

Everyone I have seen recently seems to be out of sorts.