Working on the house has been an enjoyable task, but an exhausting one at that. After mom and dad came to visit and help with more house repairs, I headed home to Long Island for a much needed vacation to see friends, walk on the beach, and decompress. July is absolutely beautiful, everything is lush and green, and the inlets are teeming with life. Here are two glimpses of New Suffolk.
A lot of people ask why I moved to Tennessee, and my answer is the same answer thousands of other people in Nashville give: to work in the music industry. I am one of the lucky few who found an amazing job that I love and it is my main reason for staying here. Franklin is a very pretty town with tons of history and a bustling little main street with privately owned shops and boutiques, and even though I enjoy living here, that sense of “home” has never come to me.
I’m reading a book called “A Sense of Place” by Michael Shapiro. The book is a collection of interviews with travel writers. One of my favorite writers, Frances Mayes, sums up my feelings perfectly. She talks about places where she and her husband, Ed, used to live and says, “…it’s an act of freedom when you make your own choice of a place according to what you need, want, love, crave…I’ve never had that sense in California. I’ve lived there since 1973, and I’ve always liked living there…I loved my job and have lots of friends there, but I could walk out of there tomorrow and never look back. I don’t have that I-love-this-place feeling about it.” She talks about when she and Ed went to Italy, they both felt that sense of home and knew they wanted to stay, so they purchased Bramasole, which led her to write Under The Tuscan Sun.
Every time I’m home and I get the ache in my chest when I look out at the water, I think to myself that I could walk away from Tennessee and never look back. When I was a teenager, all I wanted was to leave Mattituck, explore, set out on my own, and become myself. In the process of becoming who I am, I came to the realization that beauty and aesthetics in the place I live are vitally important to my happiness. The surrounding environment has this subconscious impact on my psyche that comes from my feelings about the trees, water, flowers, tiny towns where people run into friends on the street, and a deep sense of belonging. John Ed Pearce aptly said, “Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” My dream is that someday I can return to the East End and become an integral part of preserving the community and environment there.
When I tell people I’m from New York, they think I grew up in the city. When I elaborate and say I’m from the East End of Long Island, they envision some overcrowded suburb just outside of the city. There is nothing that would make me happier than to share with my friends the incredible beauty of where I grew up. Since airfare is crazy expensive these days, I took a few pictures (all on the iPhone, but obviously one doesn’t need a high tech camera, these places would look gorgeous taken with a disposable keychain camera). Allow me to give you a 5 cent tour of some of the highlights of Long Island in July.
Dad’s daylily garden contains thousands of brand new flowers he’s hybridized over the years. The result is a palette of color only God could have created. Each day dad faithfully crosses the prettiest flowers that show the most genetic potential with each other to produce seeds which he can then plant and re-cross, otherwise know as “flower sex.” When mom catches him surfing the net for pictures of new varieties, she calls it “lily porn.” This giant garden is a hobby that turned into a labor of love. Many people in church, some of my friends, and now I have dad’s own unique lilies in our yards.
My very favorite pastime, walking Bailie Beach in Mattituck to find pieces of sea glass at low tide.
Baby birds seem to be a theme these days. This little blackbird fell out of the nest and the parents were squawking up a storm and fluttering about him. I can only hope the little guy was able to make it.
Bailie the kitty (named after Bailie Beach) taking a moment to reflect on the lovely summer day.