Years ago, my mom and dad loved to go to Maine for the summer. They ran two businesses; Dad’s camp patrol and his photography. They always wrapped everything up in mid-June, and then would travel up to Maine to enjoy the summer in their favorite cottage.
At the time, they stayed at different locations, then gradually settled into what became their favorite spot in Bristol. Around that time, the Crankee Yankee and I had re-discovered each other. Both of us had survived divorces, and the Crankee Yankee and I eventually started dating.
It wasn’t long before we become engaged, and, during that summer, we visited Mom and Dad in a pretty ritzy rental home facing the ocean. For some reason, we called it the September House. We enjoyed roasting hot dogs in a fire on the beach, and we discovered that that beach was full of raw moonstones.
One evening the sky was especially clear, and the Milky Way was strewn across the dark blue sky like a trail of endless shimmering diamonds. It was breath-taking. I always think of that amazing sight when I remember those days when the Crankee Yankee and I were newly engaged.
Sometimes nature celebrates us; what a gift!