Summer may start in mid-June, but I have been so busy that it seems as if it really started today. I have been following the facebook posts of numerous cousins, though, and so feel as if I'm already on the Old Mission Peninsula in spirit, if not in body. This image is of cousins' place called "Swift House." I love the wall of windows that allows flickering, leafy light in all day.
It was also the site of this year's big Fourth of July family picnic.
The image to the left is from a few years ago, and shows Penny, Phil, and Tom on a strip of beach that runs along the western edge of the Old Mission Peninsula. Cousins from five generations have cabins along "The Strip," and I look forward to connecting as we see who is there during our brief visit each summer. Just one more month until we see old friends, meet new family members, and relax in the rhythm of that special place.
The image to the right is from the year we met for the 4th at Roger and Angie's house. It was so hot that all of the children and many of the adults dove into the lake. The shimmering water was so bright, we could only see silhouettes. The water felt wonderful, a relief from scorching sand and sun.
While I wait for Michigan, I am thoroughly enjoying Maine. The months of snow and cold make summer all the sweeter. Still, I am looking forward to the hearing the clack of the screen door as kids and the dog go in and out of the cabin; to holding a cool glass of wine as I watch the sunset each evening; to reading entire books; to laughter around the pine table in the golden light of mellow wood walls; to Michigan.