Nature & Science
Sunrise Sunset
Fri., August 28 6:02 7:22
Sat., August 29 6:03 7:20
Sun., August 30 6:05 7:18
Mon., August 31 6:06 7:17
Tues., Sept. 1 6:07 7:15
Wed., Sept. 2 6:08 7:13
Thurs., Sept. 3 6:09 7:12
Temperature: Precip.
Day Max. Min. Inches.
Fº Fº
August 21 86 73 .00
August 22 84 73 .00
August 23 84 71 .44
August 24 83 71 .01
August 25 84 68 .00
August 26 80 67 .00
August 27 82 64 .06
Water temperature in Edgartown harbor: 76º F.
By LYNNE IRONS
I finally surrendered and took the lawn mower to my vegetable garden. There were areas where weeds were chest high. It stalled out repeatedly, with me using expletives and ripping my arm out of the socket restarting it over and over. Nevertheless, I am happy to report I found several areas where food was growing unconcerned by the tangled mess.
Local fishermen landed more than 100,000 pounds of fluke this summer at Menemsha. The landings by 10 small draggers and about five handline fishermen represents one-seventh of all the landings made in the state. The state quota for fluke was 702,614 pounds.
The report on local landings came out of a state fisheries public hearing held in Tisbury on Monday afternoon.
Friday, August 21: Hot in downtown Vineyard Haven. Secret Service vehicles roll out of the ferry Island Home in early afternoon. Asphalt parking lot is hot to the touch. Police officer waves cars through an already crowded Five Corners. Hazy hot afternoon. Two large helicopters speed over the town. Clear evening.
A is for American avocet. B is for hurricane Bill that probably brought this fancy shorebird to our shores. C is for the camaraderie caused by this unusual sighting for the Vineyard birders.
Almanac
A comprehensive guide to weather and tides on the Island.
Vineyard Gardener
I guess this past week weather-wise is called a January thaw. We did not really experience it the last several years as December was unseasonably warm.
Farm & Field
Beige and brown and tan and black, with horns spiraled or semicircular or in undulating waves, a legion of goats marched up the hill toward us, bleating in anticipation of fresh grass and leaves.