The End of Summer 2016

And then there are the smells of summer:  The sidewalk after a torrential rain, the scent of Memphis ribs in Boston and Italian sausages on a hot grill.  Fragrant Lilacs and roses in the garden.

And it’s the sounds of summer that many of us hold on to like an old blanket long after the dog days have passed.

Summer provides a kind of freedom that we can only dream about in Fall and Winter; sleeveless, coatless walks along the Charles, outdoor dining on the Boston Harbor.

There will be fewer days now to peel back the roof on the convertible or moon roof to soak in the rays and feel that ocean swept breeze