Motor boats on the bay instead of loons. Cars on the Lane. Crowds at Sandy Beach. Pax and I are feeling hemmed in.

But the swimming is great, the water's edge is hopping with frogs, and this evening, as we were sitting on the lower deck, we watched dozens (hundreds?) of dragonflies perform aerial acrobatics as they picked off insects we were glad not to worry about. (However, we do think that the merlins which came by from time to time were picking off dragonflies, and I began hoping for a goshawk or eagle to pick off a merlin.)

Sunny, hot, calm, dry.