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New England girl

Posted on July 27, 2008

There is no bet­ter place than New Eng­land in the summer.

The sum­mer has a spe­cial light to it, sunny, misty, hazy. The sound of sails clang­ing against masts as boats gen­tly rock in their slips.

The smell of the sea, the look of wind tou­sled hair and the feel of sand in your shoes. I love it all. I love watch­ing peo­ple climb over rocks look­ing for shell­fish. Watch­ing dogs bark at the waves.

Grow­ing up in a coastal New Eng­land town I think you take it for granted. Even my down-trodden mis­judged and abused lit­tle city has a spe­cial light to it. The sights and smells of sum­mer are things I miss.

I’m thank­ful that I get to enjoy this time for a cou­ple of weeks each year. I’m hope­ful that Squidge will get to know this spe­cial place. Although she is Eng­lish by birth she is also a New Eng­land girl. There are ice cream mem­o­ries wait­ing for her here.

Fam­ily to spin her around until she falls over in fits of dizzy giggles.

We’re both look­ing for­ward to Wal’s arrival. He’s never expe­ri­enced New Eng­land in the sum­mer. I’m sure he’ll love it as much as I do.

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