Jan came to dinner last night carrying a bright red, orange, pink, bouquet gathered from her garden, presented in a yellow and red Cafe Bustelo Espresso Ground Coffee can. An enormous deep red dahlia hangs off one side, and the whole thing is so upbeat and inspired it fills the room with hope. August is exhilarating.
Sunday afternoon, Jan, whose garden is the pride of the island, delivered this bouquet to my porch. I did nothing to deserve it, but there it was, an array of August flowers in a Casa Visco Pizza Sauce jar. That's island living for you. Unexpected beauty and bounty punctuates the day without warning. That's true in real life too, but we are often too busy to notice. Happy August, everyone.
It was one of those evenings; smooth water, dramatic sky, deep reflection, muted color, glowing light. The stuff that dreams are made of. This end of the birthday celebration couldn't have been predicted which made it all the more stupendous.
There was no doubt this was to be a rowing morning. Warm, still, smooth, and silky, So we set off first thing. Later, the wind came up, clouds gathered, and it has been raining gently all afternoon. Lesson learned again: Go where and when the weather dictates. If only real life worked this way.
Friends gathered bringing world renown cabbage slaw, celebratory pink rhubarb drinks, and this delicate island-grown bouquet in its bright yellow vintage vase. Friendship, laughter, and longevity is alive and well on our island.
Today started with a morning row around the ledge, tennis, followed by lunch on the deck, painting, and then a gathering to hear long time and much loved island resident, Michael Westphal talk about the history of running on Cranberry Isles. It was too nice a day to be indoors, but we went because Mike's running accomplishments continue to accrue and amaze despite his battle with Parkinson's.