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3191 Miles Apart | 23 September 11 • MAV

23 September 11 • MAV

Letting go of summer is always hard for me. Actually, letting go of anything is hard for me. I can be very nostalgic. I have been known to sit and stare off into space for hours thinking of “those good old college days” or “that one moment at 24 when I felt completely free and easy.” I am a sappy soul. So when I looked at the calendar and realized that it was indeed turning into autumn this week I felt like it might be nice to take a trip down memory lane. Bear with me?

Above: I remember this as the first bottle of summer rosé in late June. I think I have told you before that I was introduced to rosé by some dear french friends back when I was nearly 21. I only drink it in the summer. I like having little rules like that. It makes each season have its own special sparkle. I will miss you rosé … until we meet again next summer … xo!

Above: I remember this as the first swim of the season. I loved sitting in the backseat, windows open, driving through the tall trees on the way to our favorite pond. There is such anticipation for that first dip … for that first moment when you dive under … for the first time you come up from being under and see the sun glistening on the water. I will miss you swimming hole … until next summer when we meet again … xo!

Above: I remember this as one of the first times we really hung out on our porch. Long evenings with friends and family, painted toes and chalk everywhere (and I do mean everywhere). Now the chalk marks are washed away and we will soon be putting away our porch furniture to prepare for winter. I will miss you dear little porch … until next summer when we meet again … xo!

Above: I remember this as the first ripe Maine peach. Oh goodness did I overdo it on fruit this summer. Come on! Just look at this gorgeousness. How could I not just keep eating fruit all day long?! I love you, I love you, I love you. I will miss you dear Maine ripe fruit … until next summer when we meet again … xo!

Above: I remember this as a mid-August dinner outdoors. The bugs were biting but we used our deet spray (sometimes you just have to do it) and enjoyed a bottle of real champagne. Then there were two more bottles of wine and fruit with farm fresh cream for dessert. Beyond all of the food and great company I loved how the evening light came in so calmly and slowly and by the end we were sitting outside in the dark among the twinkling lights and torches with the sounds of summer buzzing in our ears. I will miss you dear, dear summer … until next year when we meet again … xo!

To see more of my summer please visit This Summer, a joint blog project curated by our summer assistant, Chloe. This Summer came to an end on Labor Day.