In the quiet of the morning I have the house to myself. The trees sway a bit and occasionally the tremendous wind chimes toll their gorgeous and deep notes. It's peaceful and I find myself, rather than imagining the day's activities, reflecting upon all the years we've been fortunate enough to spend time in this … Continue reading For whom the bell chimes
Category: Cape Cod
The sun also rises
Tonight we laughed under a sky filled with shadows and ever changing bands of purple and fuchsia. As the sun set in the west, I waded through the tide to reach the bridge so I could witness (and cheer on) the daredevil feats of 4 boys. It was a magical evening. The wind was wet … Continue reading The sun also rises
Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.”
Having no idea whatsoever of the time. A margarita - and then another one. Donuts with breakfast and chips with lunch. Classic board games. Ordering your afternoon like this: walk - nap - run - shower - wine. Another load of towels in the washing machine. A layer of stickiness that can only be … Continue reading Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.”
The Graduate
In the early aughts,* we rented a house in South Chatham, MA, for 3 or 4 consecutive years. It was a simple Cape with a super comfortable vibe and, once I rolled up and stashed all of the potentially treacherous throw rugs which were scattered about, the perfect place to relax with young children. There … Continue reading The Graduate
Don’t. Stop. Believing.
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
On the beach…
...there's sand. Grains and grains of sand. Because of this condition, this year I committed to taking only paperback books to the beach. I mean, really, when it comes to reading at the beach, something I can finally do now that my boys are older, the paperback is the only way to go. There are … Continue reading On the beach…
The story of our lives
As I walked past my car in our island seashell driveway, I noted the 5 consecutive years' worth of Wellfleet beach parking stickers affixed to the rear window. It made me smile. I considered my previous car, also a wagon that had displayed at least as many years of evidence of our travels, and wondered … Continue reading The story of our lives
