Is summer over? Just kidding, I know it’s just begun. But you’ll be seeing after-summer clearance sales and back-to-school specials soon enough. What’s the rush?
We had a long, hard winter in New England, so most people couldn’t wait for summer. Even spring was chilly by some folks’ standards (I enjoyed spring this year – a drawn-out march to late June). Now we’re in the middle of a heat wave, and, of course, there are plenty of people complaining. I am of one them, but then again, I wasn’t wishing for 90 degrees last March.
Yesterday I was fortunate to spend the day on the water, more specifically, Fishers Island Sound, from Mystic to Fishers Island. We spent time in three states: Rhode Island, Connecticut, and New York, and it was a sweet escape from the oppressive heat.
This morning, I stood at the kitchen sink, washing a pot I was too lazy to clean last night, and I’m sure I noticed a subtle change in the light. Shadows danced against the side of the house, but it looked almost fall-like. No, that couldn’t be, not on July 5th. Still eleven weeks of ‘technical’ summer to go, but you know as well as I that, once we hit August, we’re in the wake of summer.
We had a mini-vacation last week, right after New Year’s. While a lot of people dream about spending time in St. Bart’s or Aruba during the winter, we like to take advantage of the bright, white landscape. So we drove north to Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire and checked in to our little cabin. Yes, they’re rustic! But you know what? I’ve stayed in plenty of high-end hotels. Sometimes they can disappoint (high expectations to match the high price). Besides, when you want your little dog with you, you can’t always be choosy. This place was wonderful – cozy, spotless (and yes, it’s always a good idea to check, no matter where you stay), friendly, quiet.
Our first night there it was about ten below outside, but we were warm and cozy (except when Bonnie needed to go out for a walk). I was able to write, and read, and watch the Food Network if I wanted. It was a short drive to Meredith and we spent time around the lake, poking into a bookstore, a coffee shop, making Bonnie ride in the sleigh (see below).
The little getaways are restorative. We returned home to all the accoutrements we’re grown accustomed to having within easy reach, but spending time in a simpler place focuses the mind on what’s important: love, communication, and cold air to fill one’s lungs.