Tending my tomato plants in hot sun.
Relatives visiting from Jersey.
Visiting art galleries along the coast.
Attempting to make sense of a crowded attic.
That early day at Willard Beach.
Fried clams at Ken's Place.
Afternoons with beverages on the deck.
That day trip to Grafton Notch.
The AmTrak adventure to Boston.
Dinner with good friends along the water.
Lobsters boiling in the pot.
Afternoon thunderstorms.
15 turkeys scooting across the backyard.
Motoring to Perkins' Cove on a whim.
Heading out alone just me and a camera.
Summer takes a few last gasps and fades.
Where does time go to hide?
Just memories now...
But I'll take them.
I always do.
Those sound like great memories to take, and to cherish.
ReplyDeleteI take it that you are enjoying your retirement.
ReplyDeletemelancholy sigh...
ReplyDeleteSounds to me like you've make a lot of summer memories. It is amazing how time just flies by in the blink of an eye.
ReplyDeleteNice memories--well, all except the lobsters boiling in the pot. :-)
ReplyDeleteI was cutting grass in the sun today!
ReplyDeleteI wish it could always be summer. Love your soft reflections today. Perfect!
ReplyDeletei don't know what happened after fried clams!
ReplyDeletePlease, let me envy you just for a moment!
ReplyDeleteA fine collection.
ReplyDeleteI never saw summers go so fast as these in Maine . . . zzzzip!
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty shot! I thought summer would never end, but I don't tolerate the heat and humidity as well as I used to. Maybe I need to spend my summers in Maine.
ReplyDeleteThe turkeys must have been up to something.
ReplyDeleteAwww, it sounds like a perfect summer! Isn't it nice to stop, reflect, and realize how good you've had it?
ReplyDeleteNice abstract reflection.
ReplyDeleteKind of hard to complain about a summer like that, Birdperson.
ReplyDeleteYou lead a very busy life; sounds like lots of fun!
ReplyDeleteNever forget to take your camera Birdman, tres belle watery reflections!
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