we ventured out to shelter island for the weekend to celebrate our friend tim's birthday. the timing of our escape to the coast couldn't have been nicer, for the heat index in new york has soared to one hundred and eleven degrees this week, and the bay water and salty breeze promised -- and delivered -- hours on hours of sweet relief.
these days made me slap happy. we sipped prosecco, splashed in the pool, enjoyed pulled pork and burgers and grilled corn, dipped our toes in the rolling bay water, delighted in the charming victorian architecture of the island, toasted s'mores over a beach bonfire, watched the olympics, made fast friends with the darling littles of the group, and breakfasted on buttery coffee cake from the local bakery.
on the way there, we paused in mattituck to gawk at roadside sunflower fields. on the way home, we stopped for a basket of peaches, a paper bag of apple cider donuts to be had with morning coffee, and one bunch of french lavender from the lavender farm by the bay. we scattered the stems across the treehouse in tall glass bottles.
these are the days of deep summer.