Welcome. Edgartown News was born from the simple fact that I have ink and Dektol in my veins and I need to write and photograph more than I need air or food, and from my love for this little town where I grew up and raised my family, the town I have left a few times but can't quite shake for good. Here you will find wanderings and musings, photographs and commentary; the people, places, and happenings - past and present - of a small island town: my home town.

Monday, March 21, 2011

First Day of Spring

Well, I didn't quite find the sea of purple and white I had anticipated finding today in my Main Street yard - maybe crocuses are cyclical, or maybe they bloomed last week while I was gone, or maybe something ate them; I'm seeing nibbles here - nonetheless, I was rather delighted to have blown into town on a first-day-of-spring snow-storm.

If you look closely, you'll see a few flakes on the bloom in the photo. It's not that unusual for it to snow at this time of year around here, actually. Today - March 21 - is the same date that I buried my mother, nineteen years ago, and I remember very distinctly that it snowed on that day, too.

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Spring Fever                     By Alison Boylston Piazza

Crocuses are blooming, 
Spring is in the air,
So why am I still wearing 
My winter underwear?
In mittens, scarf and jacket,
Woolen cap and socks,
What a way to celebrate
The vernal equinox!


  1. Blessings to your mother, Sara.

    Sara, the biggest blizzards that I remember in my life time, came one after the other on March. 25th and March 27th.
    I believe that was in 1955. We were living out on the Great Plains Farm that winter. I remember that no one could get to us, nor could we get out for a week! hmmmmmmmmm, maybe thats why I hate snow??

  2. It's funny how we remember exact dates of some things. The brain is a truly remarkable piece of equipment. :-)
    Thanks for that.

    I have a newspaper clipping from the Gazette Re my Main Street house being moved from Ocean Heights - by ox cart, in a snow storm, May 27, early 1800's (including a party with food and fiddlers - love it!). There are no records of a snow storm on that date, however, so it's pretty much folk lore at this point. :-)