The consensus is that summer is officially over. There’s this big division of season that I’m not really feeling today. Is it really Fall? No white clothes or something like that?
We spent the morning in my boat at high tide. I love the vantage point from out on the water. It’s so pretty and so peaceful. Birds fly overhead, fish jump, solitary fisherman are the only other people around.
It’s too warm to feel like picking apples or baking. This morning I’m in shorts and barefoot. We have been enjoying warm days on beaches, eating dinner outside, little evening bonfires.
I’m not finished roasting marshmallows on sticks, or eating corn on the cob or barbecuing. I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to summer, not this week anyway. Our garden is still giving us vegetables and even surprising us with new flowers and growth.
Somehow I want to slow things down and savor all the lovely summer moments that will soon, so very soon, dissolve into the cozy sweater weather of fall.
Not that I don’t love Autumn, not that New England doesn’t have so much to enjoy in Fall. Maybe I’ll be ready for all of that next week…
In the meantime, there’s some sunshine, warm water and sand still to hang out in.
Peace Kit 