Join Woods Holes for the annual spring time kickoff! Join in at Taft’s Playground for music, crafts, food, and games.
Highfield Hall celebrates the arrival of spring with our annual maypole celebration for families. The event begins with garden games in the Sunken Garden and craft activities
Join the Cotuit Art Center’s annual Run for the Roses! Celebrate the Kentucky Derby Cotuit Style!
They will have live betting, a hat parade and contest, photo ops with horses, surprise events and of course, mint juleps! The race will be broadcast live on their high definition 26 foot movie screen, so plan to join and cheer on your horse and jockey!
The Falmouth Cinema Pub will again host fundraising events for The Carousel of Light. Doors open at 6 p.m. for a 7 p.m. show time. Arrive early to order food and drinks. Suggested donations of $10 will be accepted at the door. Walk in or make your reservations at email@example.com.
The Carousel of Light delighted Falmouth residents and visitors alike during the summer of 2014, providing joyful experiences for children and adults at Mullen Hall School, totaling 15,000 rides, many of them free to various children and senior non- profit organizations. The carousel continues its search for a permanent home. The proceeds from these fundraisers will help to restore the vintage mechanism and hand carved horses. The Carousel of Light Inc is a 501(c)3 organization and has received grants from the Mass. Cultural Council and the Woods Hole Foundation.
But this Earth Day was unique, as locals gathered on Challenger Drive to say goodbye to an enormous copper beech tree that has offered shade and comfort for 150 years. Aborists have determined the tree is beyond saving, and this massive old friend will be cut down soon for safety.
About 40 people gathered as Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution leader Susan Avery said a few words about how hard it is to say goodbye to a tree of this stature. Local theologian Deborah Warner spoke about nature, then read a moving Mary Oliver poem that began, “When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness, I would almost say they save me, and daily.” (From “Thirst, poems by Mary Oliver,” Beacon Press, 2006)
Susan Witzell, a local historian, shared anecdotes about Joseph Story Fay who once owned this property and planted these seedlings back when Woods Hole had been cleared for timber and was mostly meadow used for sheep. Fay was devoted to planting trees, and along with his gardener Michael Walsh, is responsible for much of the forest that now dominates this end of Falmouth.
In closing, a group gathered around the base for an actual tree hug. It was such a warm spring day, with long shadows drifting across the impossibly green spring grass. Susan Avery spoke of planting a new copper beech in the same spot and emotions ran high thinking about this symbolic new era in Woods Hole, a time for saplings, spring and new beginnings.
Puritan Cape Cod will be Hosting Cape Cod’s First Conference for Women for First in,
Best Dressed, An exclusive 2015 Spring Fashion Preview Event
Food and wine from Simply Black & White Catering
Music from Mariana Costa, Dream Music
You will get 10% off all your purchases and 10% of the proceeds will be donated to the Cape Cod YMCA
For more information or to register please contact by March 2nd:
Marie Younger Blackburn
617 620 4012
Sales and Marketing Manager
Simply Black & White Events/ Catering
Call me shutterbug. All year long, I wander around Woods Hole and snap photos with my iPhone. I post these photos daily on the Woods Hole Inn’s Facebook page under the moniker “Woods Hole Colors.” Maybe some of you already follow me there.
As we hurtle towards the New Year, I decided to review 365 days of my photo library and share my favorites. There are so many breathtaking vistas in and around Woods Hole, but I am always hunting for new light, a new angle, a new take. Somehow, the scenery manages to change and familiar spots continue to look new to me.
My photo of the year essay starts in the winter, perhaps my favorite season because it is new to me. As a wash-ashore aka former summer person (the lowliest form of life to a real Cape Codder:), the landscape I know so well never ceases to amaze me when bathed in snow.
A close second to snow scenes are winter sunsets. I am not sure if they are more beautiful because we need them to be to keep our spirits up in the cold, or perhaps we are more likely to appreciate them because they come so much earlier in the day. In any case, the light across the water with storm clouds hovering also captures my imagination.
When spring comes, I wait for these three cherry trees to blossom. You can see them from Woods Hole Road as you drive into town, and their high bloom only lasts a day or so, less if the wind blows hard. Perched as they are atop a hill in the golf course, these three sisters epitomize late spring for me.
Come summer, I like to visit Menemsha on Martha’s Vineyard. You can get there via the ferry to Vineyard Haven, then hire a taxi or hop the public bus system. This spring, I held an iPhoneography workshop at the Inn and on Sunday we visited this tiny fishing village. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a commitment to get all the way out to Menemsha. Off the grid. Rustic. Old school.
In late June, the Corwith Cramer comes back to her home port. This metal hulled clipper ship sails the seven seas with college kids aboard as part of the “Sea Education Association” (aka S.E.A.). Her slip in Woods Hole is right across the street from the Woods Hole Inn. All of a sudden, Woods Hole feels a bit more like the whaling village it once was.
High summer, the days are so long it does not get totally dark until after 9 pm. The view from the Eel Pond drawbridge is beautiful every day, but some days, with the stillness of evening settling the water to glass, a ferry perched on the horizon and the sky tingling with hues of pink and baby blue? Thank goodness for that iPhone in my pocket! Poems should be written about this channel, children named after it, world leaders brought here to fill their hearts with tranquility before global negotiations. I share the immeasurable healing power of a single vista.
Summer is a blur of guests from far and near with the streets of Woods Hole packed like Manhattan, the buzz of late night revelers walking in the warm air, buskers, beach days, sailing trips, outdoor showers, sand on the floor, piles of salty towels on the porch, little sleep and lots of fun.
Summer is all about parties and invitations. This was a memorial gathering in the forest outside the house of my friend Jill (a wicked talented architect) who lost her daughter earlier this year. It was an understandably muted festivity in honor of Lizzie, but there was plenty of square dancing after the pot luck meal.
Of course there are also spectacular summer sunsets, and many people have roof decks. Sweet huh.
Not every day is perfect. Sometimes the fog rolls in and you can hear the ferries talking to each other with their horns as they pass in pea soup of Vineyard Sound. A hush seems to fall over the village, even the street conversations are quieter. OK, you’re right – it’s perfect in a different way.
Then with a headlong rush comes fall. It’s later here because the Gulf Stream keeps temps high until the end of October. As my kids carved pumpkins on the front porch at Halloween this year, a gaggle of eighth graders came by in towels from a swim at the beach. (I think they were showing off, but whatever.)
For the final best photos of the year, I will take you home to a recent autumn picture of the Woods Hole Inn, where a warm welcome awaits you should you decide to come experience the Cape Cod seasons for yourself. If you have a favorite from my collection, let me know in the comments below.
Or follow me on Facebook, where I post seasonal images every day, all year long. #WoodsHoleColors
Springtime on Cape Cod invokes images of fields germinating, baby lambs darting across meadows, the bright green of fresh grass and of course the ubiquitous daffodil, a harbinger of summer which is right around the corner. The best place to see fields of waving daffodils is on a drive to Woods Hole where they will entice you all along Woods Hole Road and lead you right into the incredible six acre Spohr Gardens, one of the loveliest small public gardens on Cape Cod.
This land was placed into conservation by a very generous couple, Margaret and Charles Spohr, and a non-profit group called Friends of Spohr Gardens maintains it. From the parking lot, a gentle sloping path leads you past thousands of daffodils nestled in the trees amid a series of grist mill wheels artfully placed. At the bottom of the hill, enjoy the view of Oyster Pond where you might see a swan or two swim past. From here, you can smell the salt water as the southwest wind blows the spray off Surf Drive and across the pond.
Walk out onto the small dock and look back at the reinforced shoreline which has been arranged with old anchors and ship detritus painted jet black. If you are lucky an osprey will swoop past. Or a butterfly will alight, resting for a moment from the breeze. Consider bringing a kayak for a paddle around this lovely pond, where on the opposite side you will find a bird sanctuary. Birders delight in this kind of quiet locale where Cape Cod birds tend to gather in droves, in springtime the swans nest and you might see their cygnets.
Spohr Gardens is a short walk or drive from the Woods Hole Inn, and is especially appreciated by locals and guests at this time of year. Don’t miss a visit to this special place in spring on Cape Cod.
Spring is in the air, and despite a three day storm where Old Mother Nature huffed and puffed and tried to blow our house down, the crocuses are popping with longer sunnier days reminding me that summer is right around the corner.
I guess that blooming witch hazel in an inch of snow, followed by crazy high tides from our most recent two storms are pretty normal for March on Cape Cod, but sometimes the schizophrenia of season-shifting leaves me scratching my head and wondering … what coat should I wear? Slushy rain, followed by freezing rain, followed by plain old rain, followed by plenty of mud is about how I would describe it from my shoes point of view.
I am enjoying getting out of the house on long walks with my “Weekend Wellness” guests — customers who bought a two night package including power walks and a wellness seminar. This weekend, I walked three hours with people from the Inn, showing them all over Woods Hole from Penzance Point to Nobska Lighthouse. I love the oohs and aahs of newcomers to the dinghy-cluttered yards in town, the massive lawns on the outskirts, and everywhere the vistas with ferries coming and going like toy boats out to entertain us. Views + fresh air = a clear mind. Add a camera in my hand and I am particularly happy.
Here is a photo essay of the many facets of weather I have seen just in the last two weeks. I hope you enjoy it, and maybe consider joining us some day in the fabulously quiet off-season.
This is a big week at the Woods Hole Inn as we unveil the five new rooms on the second floor of the Inn. Last night, we hosted an opening party catered by Quicks Hole, with beer from Cape Cod brewery and wines provided by Travessia Urban Winery.
Le Tout Woods Hole was there munching on fresh salsas, lobster taco bites and crabcakes made fresh that very day. Yum! The building was packed with people, circling around and oohing and aahing over the new spaces and decor. Very gratifying after six months of sawdust and construction debris.
Falmouth Town Manager, Julian Suso, presented the Woods Hole Inn with a proclamation from the town, in gratitude for our saving the old grey lady. We were touched by the outpouring of compliments and appreciation from visitors, who seemed glad to see that this historic structure will live to see many more years in it’s prominent corner in the middle of town.
It was fun to re-visit with the contractors and sub-contractors as well, enjoying the space they all worked so hard to make beautiful. People lingered over the wallpaper designed from 1946-era check-in cards, gathered on the water view decks, and wondered when they could justify checking in despite living a three minute walk away!
So, without further adieu…drumroll please….here are a few views of the new rooms:
Modern decor with vintage restored details define the bath of room 10. This sink was found in the attic and restored at the Tub Doctor.
The Nonamesset Room has distinctive red coral lamps and a private deck with water views over Woods Hole harbor.
Hardwood floors, vintage restored bathtub and an unusual shape cast iron sink define the bath in the Nonamesset Room.
The Nobska Room is on the same side of the building as Nobska lighthouse, and looks out over the ferry terminal, Woods Hole harbor and Martha’s Vineyard in the distance. Love those soothing blue/greens.
So, pack your vintage bags and come on over for a fabulous romantic weekend at the best new inn on the Upper Cape. Book NOW; if it goes like last year we will sell out early.
Escher would appreciate the view from the top of the three story staircase looking down on the famous red chair in our lobby.
We look forward to showing you the place in person. Some of you have been following along all winter — What do you think??
We have hosted countless bridal brunches, catered many bridesmaids luncheons and launched quite a number of rehearsal dinners. Offering the accommodations for the bridal party, or the extended family of the groom? Done that many times over. But with only room for about 70 guests in the waterview terrace, I will be the first to admit that the Woods Hole Inn was a wedding ceremony virgin.
All that changed this Friday with the glorious nuptials of Kim and Jason.
It rained all week, cloudy, foggy, overcast and no glimmer of sunshine recorded in the three day advance forecast. Oh dear, I thought, we should have insisted on a tent! But I knew that tenting the garden would ruin that feeling of endless sky, and mute the Cape light to something diffused and ordinary. Kim and Jason agreed, and they were willing to risk cramming everyone inside in case of a downpour. Amazingly, and despite all prognostications, the day emerged with only a light fog shimmering on the harbor, melting off the Passage with an early morning sun. By afternoon, it was the first hot day of the spring. It was also the weekend of the much publicized “Rapture.” When we made it to late afternoon Friday with no rain, I thought, there is a God.
Kim and Jason were staying in room 5, with friends and family surrounding them in every room of the house. Sara baked all day to prepare special wedding breakfasts and the smells of fresh baked pound cake mingled with the bacon and roasted asparagus for the over-stuffed quiches. We scrubbed and strategized, weeded the garden and swept the back corners of all the porches, even dusted off our radio kits to make sure communication would be seamless during the ceremony. Extra valets were on hand, and a team of extra servers from Quicks Hole to assure that every detail went off without a hitch.
At the appointed hour, all the guests hushed and gathered in front of the harbor, with Jason waiting for her in his signature green pants, Kim peeked out of room 6, giggled with the flower girls and kissed her father. Gripping his arm, they walked down the driveway to emerge in the late afternoon Cape light. She seemed to glide across the sandy terrace, up onto a modest platform where they embraced tenderly, a ferry boat headed to the Vineyard pulling out of the slip as if on cue as the ceremony commenced. I was hiding in the back with my camera and captured their altar embrace, his eyes closed, lips pressed to her forehead.
Guests squeezed each others hands as vows were exchanged, a harpist perched in the shade on the deck punctuating the moment with her soft plucking. The best man expressed his love for the couple along with prayers for a wonderful long life together. And then it was done!
Champagne and freshly shucked local oysters, fresh lobster crostini with sweet pea garnish and snow peas piped with herbed cream cheese appeared on platters. Pitchers of cool Cape Cod beer, the IPA and the Blonde. Glasses of Chardonnay to toast the newlyweds, extra bottled water for the little ones.
All in all, a wonderful afternoon for the Woods Hole Inn — wedding virgins no more! A special thanks to Kim and Jason for sharing their big day with us. May the blessings of a sunny day on Cape Cod be in their hearts forever.
I like to call it WoHo. And when spring actually arrives, watch out ’cause it’s really gorgeous. When you glide into the ferry landing from Martha’s Vineyard, you can see the inn commanding the harbor in all her grey-blue shingled glory. Water views! I love being in the middle of everything but also able to meditate on the water from my room.
In WoHo this time of year, everyone is sweeping their stoops and shaking off the winter blues to get ready for the summer season. I saw Donny Estes of the famous Landfall Restaurant — he opened a few weeks ago offering customers the best waterfront view in town. And my friend Erik Gura who runs “Pie in the Sky” was puttering behind the counter even though he sliced his hand fixing his expresso machine last week.
At the inn, we have been closed for a few weeks to finish some construction on the ground floor. Our incredible construction partners (Lauren, Dan, Kat you rock) have been hustling to get it all done. We put in a new sprinkler system and upgraded all the walls and ceilings to “2-hour fire ratings” which means our old Victorian is now updated to current building code which is pretty darn cool. Born in 1878, made modern in 2008.
We have a new T-shirt shop (Cape Cod Sweats) opening on the ground floor in a few days, and we are rushing to get our burrito bar/restaurant called “Quick’s Hole, wicked fresh” open by Memorial Day. More to come on that subject.
But the weather! Can I wax rhapsodic for a minute? It’s sunny, not too hot, gentle breeze off the still wintery waters. So crisp and clear, it looks like you can reach out and grab the Vineyard. Like, who-needs-the-ferry-I’ll-swim, kinda clear.
I took my bike out of the basement and rolled up the Shining Sea bike path to where the woods melt behind you and Surf Beach yawns out like a crescent. I had to stop and just gape, it was so gorgeous. I turned back and cycled straight to “Pie” — in WoHo, a 20 minute ride earns a latte and popover.