“If you’re not barefoot, then you’re over dressed.”
Thoughts of my childhood summers wrap around me like a well-worn quilt.
Over the years the clarity of the square pieces have faded, some colors have run into others with multiple spills and washings. But the feel of it is always soft and smooth, a tactile connection that takes me back to lying on the wicker couch on a rainy day in Miller Place. It’s not really cool enough to need a blanket, but it is cozy and safe.
If you need a summer escape, reading a summer book may be the answer.
Especially if you are unable to physically get away, make your escape in Thinking of Miller Place: A Memoir of Summer Comfort. If you summered on Long Island, this may just do the trick.
(Contact Ethel about getting your copy)