I realized the other day that I hadn’t posted since June. It’s summer in Maine, and the last thing that I want to do on a beautiful day is sit inside, so I thought that in lieu of a long blog post, I’d instead share some photographs that illustrate the summer so far.
While it’s far from over, things are starting to shift. I’m preparing for fall classes, watching the bee balm fade and the plants start to lose some of their luster. It’s a beautiful, rich, bittersweet time of year–especially here, where we spend so much of our time in the dark and cold. These days feel like a gift, and I’ll take as much of them as I can manage to fill my cup for the waning seasons of less sunlight, less ocean, less reading in the garden.