Tea and Conversation

    Labor Day is a sad time for the Summer Girl . Despite the very attractive prospect of picnic staples ( burgers , ripe tomatoes , salads , soft custard ice cream cones and s'mores) , it serves to be a painful reminder that the summer has passed by...yet again...with no "down time " to properly appreciate the season . There were no trips to the ocean , where the sprint across searing sand is rewarded by cool waves lapping surf-craving toes...no boardwalk stroll with the hot bucket of fresh hand-cut  French Fries...sigh...
   I took comfort in evening drives home with all the windows down . The scents were wonderful !!
The quiet drive through a tiny boro yielded the heady fragrance of lavender and roses from an antique garden  . The smells of beef and bacon revealed a late night barbeque , with a side note of honeysuckle .
    Memories are made of unpredictable components , making good use of all the senses and we are the better for them .