Hard to believe, but not too long ago some folks on the Rock didn’t care much for mussels. The creatures disfigured dock pilings and messed up boat bottoms. Their sharp-edged shells cut your bare feet. They were tough and rubbery if you ate the big ones right off the beach. And the idea that someone would create a commercial mussel farm and plop several dozen floating platforms on pristine Penn Cove waters just off Madrona Way raised more than a few Rock hackles back in the 1970s.
Some plants can pack a wallop. It might be the breathtaking size or color of the blooms, the shape and texture of the foliage, an unusual form, or maybe just the plant’s rarity in Northwestern gardens that draws you in and makes you say, “Gotta have that!”
What is now a multi billion dollar industry centered around giving loved ones cards, sweets and other gifts, Valentine’s Day has simple beginnings dating back to early centuries.
More kindergartners than ever are spending the entire day in school. Those few extra hours a day have exponential impacts on student achievement, but, unfortunately, not every kindergartner in Washington state has that option.
At first glance, Pieris japonica and Camellia japonica don’t seem to have much in common other than the second part, or specific epithet, of their Latin binomial.
The Port of Coupeville is one of those small governmental entities that most people probably don’t dwell on.
When I checked a map of the weather monitoring stations throughout the island via www.wunderground.com this New Year’s morning, I saw numbers ranging from below freezing to 46 degrees. We’ve been having results like this for quite a while. Remember the recent snow storm that missed Oak Harbor and Coupeville and dumped four inches on the south end?
The cold-blooded murder of 12 people at French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo is a reminder that freedom sometimes comes with a high price.
Few of us bother to sing the third verse of “Deck the Halls” at Christmastime, but it’s a sweet celebration of the new year’s approach: “Fast away the old year passes / Hail the new, ye lads and lasses / Sing we joyous all together / Heedless of the wind and weather!” So, ye Whidbey lads and lasses, herewith I sing carols about some fond year-end memories here on the Rock, heedless of our wind and weather.
A number of years ago, a few people with vision realized the need for a Boys & Girls Club in Coupeville. Spurred to action by Margie Parker and Sue Roundy, the pair realized that the Central Whidbey Youth Coalition’s Saturday night get-together in the gym proved the need.
If you work for the government, “the people” are ultimately your boss. It’s a cliche, to be sure. It’s ungrammatical and oversimplified.
Last week I got real excited. And it wasn’t because an ice-cream truck overturned in front of my house.
Americans throw away 25 percent more waste between Thanksgiving and New Year’s than in any other season. It amounts to about 1 million extra tons per week. Think about those holiday parties, the paper plates and cups, plastic utensils, wrapping paper, Styrofoam stuffing, plastic packaging, ribbons, decorations, the food waste and the tree!
As the countdown to Christmas continues, remember there are many great stores in Central Whidbey to find that perfect holiday gift.
As a gardener, I’ll admit to harboring ill will toward some of the plants that crop up in the flower beds I’m tending. There is only so much shot weed you can pull without also wanting to pull out your own hair.
Central Whidbey Island Fire & Rescue will hold an open house 12-4 p.m. Saturday, Dec. 6, at Station 51 on Main Street in Coupeville in celebration of the 86th anniversary of the founding of the Coupeville Volunteer Fire Department.
You know what I enjoy most about holiday season on the Rock? Wherever I go, it’s as if the last 50 years never happened.
Members of the Coupeville Town Council didn’t exactly stand up to Oak Harbor Mayor Scott Dudley last week.
Some people put their gardens to bed in the fall and turn their minds to other pursuits till spring. Others may use their downtime in the dreary months to pour through seed catalogues and plot and plan next year’s garden.
In 20 years, Lyla and Phil Snover have not only created a lot of snowmen, but a lot of memories.