You'll wish that summer could always be here*

Down East at Goomp's and tether free, the Babe assumes immediate command of field and forest. But even with all his duties as Lord of the Manor, there's always time for those cute if sometimes clueless folks, the people.  We were standing on the front lawn talking with Tuck about the sailboat that got away -- It was heading seaward out of the mouth of the river, that oft-blogged house on Eastern Point in the distance, in a perfect Monet moment of late summer blue haze, but we couldn't get the darned camera up to speed in time -- when Baby Cakes emerged from the garage, prancing purposefully towards us, chirping with delight that we had happened upon each other unexpectedly. After greeting us, he turned tail and headed back towards the garage to continue on his appointed rounds, ears turned back to bask in the praise he knew would be forthcoming from his adoring minions.

A moment of passion in the garden as a bumble bee embraces its beloved, a flower on that giant volunteer thistle we blogged about a couple of weeks back.

*Lyrics from "Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer."