Island Light: Autumn Lingers
Romantic moment at the Edgartown Lighthouse.
Romantic moment at the Edgartown Lighthouse.
Gathering hay at Arrowhead Farm on Indian Hill.
Gathering hay at Arrowhead Farm on Indian Hill.
End of the season for the greenhouse.
End of the season for the greenhouse.
David Kleeman takes his 1923 Model-T out for a spin.
David Kleeman takes his 1923 Model-T out for a spin.
Samantha Cooperrider rides out from Slough Farm to Katama.
Samantha Cooperrider rides out from Slough Farm to Katama.
End of the line for this flock of turkeys.
End of the line for this flock of turkeys.
Edgartown's Whaling Church, brightly white against blue skies.
Edgartown's Whaling Church, brightly white against blue skies.
Off-season is construction time.
Off-season is construction time.
East Chop pier.
East Chop pier.
Remnants of Halloween still haunt Ghost Island Farm.
Remnants of Halloween still haunt Ghost Island Farm.
Quahaugging in Sengie before sun sets.
Quahaugging in Sengie before sun sets.
Noah Scheffer brings in bushels of scallops in Edgartown.
Noah Scheffer brings in bushels of scallops in Edgartown.
Noah's first mate is his mom, Jessica Burnham.
Noah's first mate is his mom, Jessica Burnham.
Will Diamons and Chris Mayhew with Memensha Pond scallops.
Will Diamons and Chris Mayhew with Memensha Pond scallops.
Ready for the dinner table.
Ready for the dinner table.
Edgartown assistant shellfish constable monitors off Lighthouse Beach.
Edgartown assistant shellfish constable monitors off Lighthouse Beach.
Tisbury School.
Tisbury School.
Sunset over Sengekontacket.
Sunset over Sengekontacket.
Beaver moon rises over Vineyard Haven harbor.
Beaver moon rises over Vineyard Haven harbor.
The upcoming Thanksgiving holiday marks the end of one season and the beginning of another, but this year there is a distinct sense of procrastination about it all. Suddenly we are in no real hurry for winter with its hard freeze and slate-colored sea roughed up by whitecaps.
Nature agrees, and on the Vineyard autumn lingers like two friends over coffee; no need to rush to the next appointment on the calendar. Lawns are still green, herb gardens redolent with rosemary, farm fields freshly turned. Nantucket Sound is navy blue and the salt ponds lie still in the evening hush with a thousand stars splashed overhead.