Rare Glimpse of Snow During Winter That Wasn't
Oxen wander in winter wonderland at Brookside Farm.
Oxen wander in winter wonderland at Brookside Farm.
High above the quiet of Vineyard Haven harbor.
High above the quiet of Vineyard Haven harbor.
Accumulation on the mossy edge of Sheriff's Pond in Edgartown.
Accumulation on the mossy edge of Sheriff's Pond in Edgartown.
Frosted stonewall at Polly Hill Arboretum.
Frosted stonewall at Polly Hill Arboretum.
Chappy Ferry makes her way across Edgartown harbor.
Chappy Ferry makes her way across Edgartown harbor.
Island Home amid the flurries.
Island Home amid the flurries.
Duarte's Pond froze over, but this swan doesn't seem to mind.
Duarte's Pond froze over, but this swan doesn't seem to mind.
On the shore of Lagoon Pond.
On the shore of Lagoon Pond.
British poet Edith Sitwell took winter to heart. She believed it “is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”