There is something about this particular June that makes me look longingly up the hills and over the glistening, lapping pond and lake water. I know that feeling well, though it doesn't announce itself every year. Walkabout. That desire to head up the hills and mountains, or even better, kayaking over Nubanusit Lake. To sit in the meadow and watch the fireflies and smell the scent of mint and lemon balm, wild carrot and daisies in the evening darkness.
If I were on the Cape, I would be collecting stones along the bayside, and picking rugosa roses and listening to the waves. So if you don't hear from me for a bit, that's where I'll be - taking a timeout and thrilling in the season. The kitchen can wait, for now. Hope your day is as beautiful as mine!