A week when fading Rhodys were replaced by lush impatiens.
and parsley and thyme flourished steps from our kitchen door.
A week when even a plastic plate practiced social distancing.
A week when Linda and Ron’s June garden
sang with the promise of the harvest to come.
A week when Gerry’s gift of a freshly caught bluefish resulted in
Dave “Pops” Masch’s “World’s Best Bluefish Recipe.” 
And a week when lobster rolls were on the menu yet again
because, in spite of all that swirls around us,  it’s summer after all.