Island of the Ospreys

My first day maintaining trails on Martha’s Vineyard, my supervisor said, “When your friends ask what you do, tell them you make the island beautiful.” He drew out the word in a sing-song way. “Beeeaauuuty-full.” His sprightly energy provided a nice counter to the grogginess the rest of us felt, starting our workday three or so hours before most people. I fired up a weed-whacker and set out on the trail. As I cut through vegetation, the gentle mist thrown by dew-coated leaves filled the atmosphere with a verdurous perfume. I was making the island beautiful. 

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Source: Island of the Ospreys