Oh, dear, I have been putting off writing this post because it will be hard to do. But now the time has come.
When we returned to the island in late February we were confronted with an unexpected turn of events that has an enormous effect on us. And now we will need to move away from McNutt's Island.
Maybe you can imagine our initial shock, followed by all the other kinds of emotion that don't need to be spelled out here.
But this was all happening at the same time that the tragedies in Japan and Libya were unfolding. And it helped us to keep some perspective on our situation. A disappointment is not the same as a tragedy.
We will always remember our four years of adventure on McNutt's with great fondness.
I will continue to do occasional blogging from here until we actually leave, so I hope you, dear reader, will continue to drop by now and then. Blogging from the island has been great fun for me and I hope of some value for you.
He is content to graze near the newly emerging daffodils that line the rock wall.
He is, at heart, a simple soul. Modest and unassuming.
Yet there are times when he stands amid the daffodils and thinks deep thoughts.
Along with the rest of the flock, he has endured the long months of winter. Now he sometimes takes his ease, and lies down on beds of flowers.
How we shall miss The Major.
But we learned today that his writing has been short-listed for an award, so there you go.
His regular column in The Shelburne County Coastguard is one of three nominees for Best Specialty Column by The Atlantic Community Newspapers Association.
Many times I have tried to capture the beauty of Old Man's Beard. At least this gives you some idea of it. 
A home for somebody, in an old apple tree. This tree does not give many apples, but it provides other benefits.
The apple trees provide a good place for insects to live, too. And they, in turn, are a food source for birds, who make striking patterns on the bark.
A fresh spring sky today. Lots of wind and sun, and story-book clouds.
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