The end of summer has always been a bittersweet time for me, as it is, hands down, my favorite season. I love the long, lazy days. The warm, lovely nights. The feel of the sun on my face. The “coconutty” smell of sunscreen. Flip-flops my only footwear. It’s a time for hanging with family and friends, vacation trips, and dinners outdoors, at home or at restaurants.
This year, of course, has seen everything disrupted. But my husband, Ray, and I have been amazingly fortunate. We have stayed healthy, and employed: the two greatest concerns in this year of pandemic. So have most of our friends, and as the spring warmed into summer, we were able to go back to doing many of the things that we enjoy, so that the summer felt nearly normal.
We got together with friends (in small groups, of course). Most weekends found us spending at least one day and evening with our friends, Duncan and Debbie, lazing by their pool with a few other longtime friends, enjoying fresh-cooked meals and good wine long into the balmy night.
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