Sunday, August 15, 2010
A summer of friends
This week, we have visiting again from Louisville, KY the sculptor Dave Caudill, who is picking up some pieces recently featured in the garden at the Chrysalis Gallery here in Southampton. We met Dave and his wife JoAnn several years ago when he was showing at a gallery on western Long Island and decided to venture east to the Hamptons. We loved Dave's graceful stainless steel artwork so much after his first visit several years ago that we now feature two pieces in our garden. Here's Dave (on the right with JoAnn), his brother Ed and sister in law Kitty in front of Garden Song.
Rain threatened during breakfast the other morning, so we set for breakfast inside. It turned out especially nice because everyone enjoyed chatting together, and lingered quite a while after the meal had been cleared. As I looked round the table, I realized that of the group, two separate couples were repeat guests -- one from last year, another from last month! -- and another couple had been referred to us by their daughter who had stayed with us earlier this summer. Sweet!
No rain today, though...the weather has been perfect for our beachgoing guests. The long, hot season has definitely taken a toll on the plant life in the area, though. I notice on my walks that the plane trees at the end of South Main Street here in Southampton are already begining to drop their leaves. More remarkable is that the beach rose (rosa rugosa) that grows along the dunes, and which usually produces its cherry-tomato-like rose hips about now, instead began producing hips beginning the end of June!!
Alas, one repeat guest I'll miss this year is our junior equestrian Zach, of whom I wrote last year. Zach is starting college this year, and freshman orientation is scheduled for precisely the same week of the Hampton Classic Horse Show. Life does move on! We wish him all the best in his collegiate life, but hope we see him next year!
To old friends and new, the best of August to you!
Quote of the Day: August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.-- Joseph Wood Krutch