I stop by the farm stand and purchase a small basket of fresh peaches. We will eat a few as they drip sweet and juicy off our chins, but others will be peeled, sliced and frozen for pies in the winter for memories. The crop is excellent this year.
The march of the weeds has slowed except for the Japanese stiltgrass which has invaded all from here to Texas!
The sunsets now come earlier and I can go to the dock right after dinner and sit on the wood slats and watch two very small gray spiders perform a dance as they build webs that stretch over the water from the saltbush to the edge of the dock. They are within a foot of each other and maybe even know what the neighbor is doing, but as the sun sets they are focused on their web building. I can hear distant thunder and see the misty storm cloud far away. It reminds me there is a hurricane moving up the coast towards our neck of the woods. In a totally different weather pattern, the northern part of the county is forecast tonight for 60 MPH winds and hail. We sit between each atmospheric dance and are in a mystical land of calmness and gentle breezes.