September I’ll remember…

Ah the wheel of the year, the changing of the seasons. Fall melts into winter, winter to spring  feels like such a gradual unfolding but the end of summer is different. This particular time feels like a turning- not of a wheel but of a corner. Summer’s end, the start of school, the shift in weather…it does not feel gradual. It feels abrupt. And this year I so, wasn’t ready. August’s final days felt like a walk to the gallows. “I’m not ready” I thought again and again. But with one last summer adventure behind us suddenly September arrived and surprisingly I find I am actually perfectly ready. We have had a fantastic summer.  We spent almost 2 weeks cruising around the archipelago that lies just to our south and east. We visited 13 islands. We learned so, so much. Here are some photos from our two big trips. The first was island hoping in Jericho Bay. The second brought us to Saddleback Island and a stay at the MCHT cabin. Both trips were challenging and exhilarating in their own ways.

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The Maine Coast Heritage Trust cabin where we stayed was perfect. The boys slept in bunks and the evenings were cool enough to make us appreciate the massive fireplace.

The Maine Coast Heritage Trust cabin where we stayed was perfect. The boys slept in bunks and the evenings were cool enough to make us appreciate the massive fireplace.

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This was the most beautiful beach, all shell and the water caribbean green.

This was the most beautiful beach, all shell and the water caribbean green.

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So, we turn the corner. We climb out of the cold, salty water and make our way up the shore to find our towels. School starts Tuesday.  Before we know it we’ll be pressing cider and sewing Halloween Costumes. And in January when the snow lies deep over all and everything is grey and bleak I’ll think of our Spar Hawk summer. Floating in that turquoise blue water, sailing past Flye Island Light, through the Casco Passage and toasting marshmallows on Tinker Island. I hope I will remember standing on the porch of the Saddleback cabin watching the glowing red ball of the sun drop slowing, so slowing over the horizon.

April, comes she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she’ll change her tune.
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night.
July, she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September, I’ll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.

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2 thoughts on “September I’ll remember…

  1. We share your thoughts about the fleeting summer. Yet, we long for the kaleidoscopic colors of the approaching Fall.

    Love to all,

    Mop&Pop

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