It’s clear that someone removed a week in either July or August because, suddenly, there is now only one week remaining in the summer season. Shame! Something else to blame on Sandy?
This past weekend was wonderful; in the sixties at night, and bright, clear skies and northerly winds in the daytime. But they’re a sign that someone’s bringing the check soon and I’m overdue for posting some summer snapshots.
Pearl and I still have this kind of a scene during early morning coffee on Grampa’s deck. Near, in the copse on Mordecai Island is the Great Blue Heron which seeks out that spot for the early morning sun. Awakening, four and a half miles away, is Tuckerton Beach.
We continued the post-Sandy cleanup. My son-in-law, Bob, has worked hammer and tong to replace the wallboard in the flooded first floor, and he has done so with a half-height surface of beach-ey beadboard. Looks nice. Outside, Sigrid worked to clean the planting beds and prune the Crepe Myrtles. We were delighted to see them come into bloom. I had to protect the rambler roses, however, as the sense was that they should be torn out. They must have heard that because they yielded beautiful blooms.
Paddle boarding has become popular both off of the beach and, more so, in the bay waters. I see these groups and singles going by frequently. Once there was a solo with his dog on the bow of the board. Here it looks as though the babysitter didn’t show this morning, or is that the babysitter? Daughter Sigrid has been out a couple times, making the 1.5 mile circumnavigation of Mordecai Island.
Storms come in summer, some impressive with scary wind and lightning.
There were rainy days. The Black Pearl pirate ship sails daily from Beach Haven into the waters of Little Egg Harbor bay. This was a sad trip, however, as the heavens opened. Most of the passengers crowded the poop deck for shelter (please, that’s from the French for stern, la poupe) but some seemed to enjoy being at one with the elements.
This is the once proud Sultan, fisher of all manner of seafood, sailed by two generations of the Cotov family. Friends of ours here remember going down to the boatyard on Friday nights and buying fresh lobster right from the boat. Several years ago, the last to sail her, the late Nick Sr., was hard at work caulking and painting her on the scaffold. I asked him if he planned to launch her. He answered’ “Yep. As soon as the ocean comes cross the island she’ll go in. ” Well, Sandy came and went and I’m really surprised that Sultan didn’t go with her as there was certainly enough water under her. Here she continues to age amidst her eclectic setting, including many of her lobster traps.
On the side of the shop at the landing is this salute to Kate, wife of the first Sultan owner, Sam Cotov. Kate lived for more than a century, passing away only a few years before Nick, Sr. Young Nicky who makes his living in part from slip rentals and wholesale bait keeps the window box tended.
Finally, yes, we do have some great sunsets over Mordecai and distant Tuckerton. I was sitting in my living room recently when I noticed the warm glow of another production sunset coming through a nearby window. The stained glass panel is one I described in a May post, and can be seen further under the Stained Glass Work tab at the top of the page. Anyway, it was a serendipitous happening of warm sunset, structured clouds, reflection from the water, and the panel.
It’s been a good summer for me. The kids, their three dogs and their cat left last week to restart the off-island life. That’s always a melancholy event but….some of them are coming back. Granddaughter Maddy moved back to her second year at Cornell but granddaughter Gretchen doesn’t leave for UCLA until late in September. So, the family will be back with me in the coming weeks to share the beauty of fall’s arrival.