Summertime, for me, is associated with Isle of Hope--perhaps because I was born there one summer many years ago. This year we spent a week enjoying life on the front porch: observing all kinds of sea creatures, watching the tides come in and go out. and enjoying the parade of people, dogs, and golf carts on Bluff Drive.
Our days were punctuated with major thunderstorms that left behind rainbows, even double rainbows. We did have a few excursions on stand up paddle boards, river kayaks, and an auspicious beginning of our 37th year of marriage being treated to a splendid dinner at Elizabeth on 37th.
