For now, though, mornings are sunny perfection, beckoning, promising. . . .
Many of my neighbours have already parked their golf carts at the island's "traffic circle" and headed off to work or play. . . .
I wonder if they, too, think of Autumn on its way, following closely on August's heels. Did they spot the patches of thistles, all that sweet purple fragrance turned to silken fluff and prickly husks?
That sounded more than a bit melancholic, didn't it? Honestly, I'm looking forward to the fall rains, but I'm savouring these last weeks of summer. . . Especially summer on my little island . . . these summers have numbers on their back, if only I could flip them over to see how many remain for me. . .
Okay, then, enough of that (she says, attempting to change mood and tempo). We have an island wedding to attend this afternoon, and the couple couldn't have chosen a more perfect day, although it will be rather warm. . . And what about you? Are you savouring the last weeks of summer or despairing that it barely arrived in your part of the world? If you're wearying of your summer wardrobe and hankering for more substantial colours and textures, I see that Sue and Lisa at, respectively Une Femme and Amid Privilege are featuring transitional wardrobes today. I haven't had a chance to read either yet, but I'm going to pop over there as soon as I sign off here. Perhaps you'll follow me (or, just as likely, you've stopped there first) -- do leave a comment before you go, if you have a moment.