- High Summer arrives … gloriously, breaking the oppression of July. Days and nights are nearly perfect.
- Annual week of sessions at New England Yearly Meeting.
- Homegrown tomatoes. Who needs bacon? Good bread and mayonnaise set them off perfectly. I add a dash of Old Bay in memory of Baltimore.
- Lobster prices come down.
- Same-day corn on the cob. Boil it in the same water before or after the lobster. Eat both in the Smoking Garden, where a mess is quite easy to clean up.
- Apples and peaches at Butternut Farm.
- Ice cream.
- Body surfing at Long Sands.
- Two weeks of swimming laps in the city’s 50-meter outdoor pool while the indoor pool undergoes annual maintenance. On my backstroke, especially, I watching for bald eagles in the distance or count the contrails of jetliners heading for Logan – one a minute.
- Instead of a profusion of birdsong in the morning, it’s now crickets fiddling in the night, starting a crescendo that will end only with the first killing frost.
What do you like about August?