There is nothing quite like spending summer on an island. I have to remind myself, when I feel a bit edgy because of the hot humidity, that people come here for vacation. I am blessed to live here.
To see the Eastern sun as it rises over the ocean and marshes each morning, reflecting through the trees, dazzling on the water in our lagoon is magical.
The crepe myrtles, classic Southern trees, are in full bloom, raising their lacey blossoms to drink in the early morning sun.
I hear cicadas chirping when I go outdoors and find their gentle, whirring sound comforting. They hide in Spanish moss, singing their summer song as temperatures rise.
Time spent on the porch, watching the afternoon rain is another comfort I find on a sultry, summer day.
At days end, a short drive to the beach and a long walk toward the West to see the setting sun, toasting days end. Blessings surround me…..everywhere I look…..and quietly I say, “Thank You”.
