The wild beach roses, white and red, are blooming. It's warm enough to walk barefooted on the sand and to take a chair to the beach and read for a while. Summer is really starting. In yards the rhododendruns are huge and brilliant and the azaleas are shorter but even more brilliant. Grass is lush and birds are busy singing for their mates. Hurray. Last weekend the tourists began to return. The merchants are happy. The roads are jammed, making a left turn in an exercise in patience and daring -- you just have to brave it sometimes and hope they'll let you go. When I first came here I wondered why my daughter gave me very specific directions how to drive certain places -- she had plotted how to avoid left turns. A good lesson. But sometimes it's unavoidable. Summer does have it's downsides ... but not many.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!