September 3rd

The sea is a royal blue and the oaks are still as they frame the water. The summer sunlight has glistened almost every day. Family has come and gone, friends have sat around our table for cocktails and dinner or a glass of wine at the lookout. We have biked around West Tisbury and Aquinnah, done pilates, read about the Vineyard shipwrecks of long ago, climbed to the top of the Gay Head light house, enjoyed egg salad sandwiches at Quansoo, scoured the Farmer's Market, stuffed ourselves with seared tuna and Morning Glory corn, meandered eight miles on vintage pathways through fields and over stone walls, and swam around the rock more times than we can count. September is here and we are on our way back, but we will bottle this up for next summer.