Opinion - Vashon-Maury Island

Editorial: Jan Drago’s visit suggests she grasps Island life

School district committed to a dialogue as the budget process moves forward

Washington state ranks 44th in the nation in per-student funding and, worse, 45th in student-teacher ratios and class size.

Opening of farmers market heralds the start of spring

As the sun lingers longer and seeds awaken, our farmers return to the Village Green. Believe it or not, it’s time for an important rite of spring — the opening day of the Vashon Farmers Market, which takes place this Saturday. To make the event even more propitious, our first day this year coincides with the official start of spring.

2010 Census is an opportunity to find out who is on Vashon

Editorial: Pull out the trowels; it’s time to start gardening

Dirt-making leads to gentler living

Vashon is a little pile of gravel, sand and stone flour left behind when the last ice age glaciers retreated to British Columbia. It sits in the puddle called Puget Sound, or, if you include all the waters up to Vancouver Island, the Salish Sea.

Taxation isn’t the best way to get revenue

It’s one thing to “rail against taxes” (“Vashon supports education; Olympia needs to, as well,” Feb. 16); it’s a completely different thing to express legitimate concern over large tax increases imposed over a short period of time — something the Tim Eyman-orchestrated initiative, I-960, was designed to control.

It’s a wonderful time of the year for foragers

For the Northwest forager, early spring provides a unique array of tempting new edibles. Nutritious buds are appearing on the Indian plum, salmonberry, blackberry, huckleberry and Douglas fir branches. Sprouts such as sweet cicely, cleavers and bittercress are pushing through the warming soil.

Editorial — Finding hope at KCLS: Perhaps now they’ll listen

A grandfather’s many responsibilities

It was at the moment that the brakes failed on my elderly but beloved VW-GTI that I finally and rather suddenly understood, with the sort of clarity born not of fear but utter exhilaration, what my fundamental responsibility is to my 6-year-old grandson, who was riding behind me in his car seat: To provide excitement.