Today is the start of my summer holiday. It begins by looking out on a breezy pond in Plymouth, with purple buddelia and swaying grasses at a home of a friend. Tomorrow I board the ferry for Nantucket, which is 30 miles out to sea. This trip always brings such a flood of memories, little children, calm ponds, crashing waves, a special vow, painted furniture, local artists and their creative work galore! Mostly for me it is a time of reflection, energizing me for the academic year ahead. A time to think new thoughts, craft syllabi, plan imaginative explorations to guide beginning and advanced teachers and set an agenda for scholarship. The fog rolls in and lifts my spirit as it rolls out…renewed. The time also has become a gathering of adult children and friends. I love seeing them grow and make Nantucket their special place. Just know that I am thinking, dreaming, and imagining all of you here too!