Moons and Junes and Ferris Wheels

Do you smell the honeysuckle? My yard is presently filled with its fragrance - a full, pungent aroma that triggers memories of every Edgartown summer of my life, especially those carefree childhood Junes when the world was ours and we had all the time in the world; the time and the patience to gingerly pull the little round nubbin off the end of the blossom and slowly pull the long stamen through the shaft until the tiny bead of nectar appeared; a droplet of delicate sweetness.

Waxing and Waning

Waxing gibbous moon over Edgartown Harbor

Every evening that I manage to get out and about right now is totally cherished. As I walk, taking in the cooled-down air, the gentle, diffused light; families wandering about, sunburned and showered; boats and birds heading homeward, I am completely aware that we are counting down the days. I've never seen such a lightning-fast summer in my life. I have loved this one, especially, and pity the people who pray for Labor Day. Oh, to have just one more month (not that September is so terrible). I guess that's why some people go to Florida, seeking the endless summer. I don't necessarily need it to be endless, just a little longer, please. Or, maybe next year, start appreciating and enjoying it earlier.