The roaring engine of summer begins to fade, and I welcome the peace that returns to the Island. My vegetable garden has outgrown its borders, and I search for new recipes to address the overflow of cucumbers, zucchini, eggplant, lettuce, baby tomatoes. An early morning swim, a small gathering with friends, vibrant conversation on our deck as we watch the ospreys plan their journey south. The lone baby cries for her parents who watch from a nearby tree, letting her know she must now fend for herself. Conception, birth, caregiving, fledgling; the drama of summer winds down. As the sun fades away, the breeze is gentle.