Cherishing these last few days of summer paradise.
When it’s forecasted to be 95°F, 6AM is actually the most pleasant time of day to be outside
Summer in the city is truly magical. Saw this photo, taken Tuesday night, on the instagram account of photographer Greg DuBois. Love everything about this image and I highly recommend checking out the rest of Greg’s portfolio at www.gregdubois.com.
Monday was the official first day of summer and was a particularly beautiful day in the Northeast. The New York Times asked its readers to submit their own Summer Solstice photos and today shared a sampling of the submissions. See the whole collection here.
It’s officially summer and peonies are officially on sale at Trader Joes!
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year—the days when summer is changing into autumn—the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”
– E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
I could make an entire blog devoted to how much I love the outer cape. Throughout most of my childhood my family would rent a house for two weeks of the summer in Eastham or Wellfleet. Now my parents own their own home in Eastham and if I could, I would spend every moment of every summer there. I spent labor day weekend determined to soak up the last essence of summer while it’s still here. On Labor Day – the unofficial last day of summer, Jared and I went to Great Island in Wellfleet. Being an island, the beach is more secluded (and much less crowded) than other Cape beaches and involves a short hike to get there. The site was formerly a whaling hub, used by the Punonakanits, and later by Pilgrims for near-shore whaling. Great Island is now protected by the National Seashore, as is much of the coast in the mid to outer cape.
It was truly a perfect day and a bittersweet goodbye to a summer of wonderful adventures. Apologies for a couple slightly blurry photos. I am by no means a photographer but had to capture this day.
I come across little driftwood structures like this one on cape cod beaches all the time. I have never actually witnessed anyone building one but even in the winter you’ll see these while walking the beach.
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
– Henry James