The cover from New Yorker magazine, dated The September 13, 1952, was created by P. Barlow. The illustration captures the timeless cusp of the changing season. During these last fleeting days of summer the sun isn’t quite so hot, breezes from the north cool the air and too green, wilted foliage is exhausted from relentless summer heat.

Last night we celebrated the ending of summer by having dinner at the beach while the sun was setting. It was an antidote to the melancholy this change of season can bring. Our joyful evening included people dancing outdoors to live music in the cool night air. There were throngs of others on blankets in the sand, Woodstock style, enjoying the sunset, music and the last days of summer. The briny scent of salt water was in the air mingled with the smell of food being cooked. I ordered a burger and fries. It was the best I’ve had in years!

Enjoy the summer's end my friends and the autumn to come.

All the bests,

Joanne