Breezy

Afternoon of  July 28.  76 degrees winds S15.

At Squam Farm, a Wood Lily greets me. The lilium philadelphicum is my symbol of summer. Nantucket's beaches might be the symbol of summer for some, but for me, this flower which is sought but might not be seen, is the symbol.

This is the third that I have seen this year: one on the Middle Moors and another at Marvin's Woods, and this one at Squam Farm. So it's a sumptuous summer by that count. They are always a delight and seem to bloom in different places each year...or at least I see them in different places.

The stands of almost-blooming sweet pepper raise an aura of expectation for the future...for their aroma and what lies ahead. The dappled light in the Squam swamp is soothing and the first red Tupelo leaves dot the sandy floor. There is even a look backward with the scent of late swamp azalea. It's so quiet...with sounds of the breeze rather than the birds, and only an occasional fly buzzing by or a jet thrumming overhead.