Suzan Bellincampi
“The Redcoats are coming, the Redcoats are coming.”
This isn’t a flashback to 1775, although I am writing on the historic Patriots Day holiday. And, no, you don’t have to hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere. I will save you from that poetic prose, but will tell you of the Redcoats that have invaded the woodlands.
“Look up, it’s a bird, it’s a plane”
No, it’s not Superman, but it is super-natural. The superheroes of the sky this week will be the Lyrid meteors, showering the night sky with a light show from April 16 to 22.
This is fair warning, the article that you are about to read is a primer on poop, a discussion of droppings, and an explanation of excrement. There is no penalty if you choose to stop reading here.
There is a bright side to everything, says a true optimist.
While I am not always optimistic, I do try to make lemonade out of lemons. Consider the problem of trash in our oceans. You may wonder, where is the good in that? Yet it’s true that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. I found a bounty of good garbage in the form of sea glass on a recent trip to Nicaragua.
Don’t let Mother Nature fool you. She can take a joke.
She was, perhaps, the original jokester, fooling us with species such as “false albacore” and “false foxglove,” and fooling us at this time of the year with crazy and variable weather. From snowstorms to sunny skies, anything is possible in April.
The charms of up-Island are numerous, but I had my own reasons to take a Sunday drive up Middle Road last weekend.
Topping my list of favorite up-Island things are Andy and Susie’s honey, fresh milk from Mermaid Farm, and a walk through the woodland wilds of Chilmark.
It is in these woods that one can find a plant not too often seen down-Island.