Hartshorn Summer Memories

Every Summer seems to get a touch bet­ter than the last! Maybe its because the girls get older and lit­tle more self-​sufficient each year!

Maybe it was because this year we rented a beau­ti­ful old house in Bay Head and although Mac was work­ing very hard and I com­muted to the stu­dio every few days mid-​week, we man­aged to pack in some great sum­mer mem­o­ries. The house had a huge gar­den ideal for quiet fam­ily morn­ings and long lazy lunches under the trees with friends, enjoy­ing a bot­tle of wine and great company.

By the end of the sum­mer we’d chris­tened our favourite back­yard tip­ple ‘The BayHeader’, a refresh­ingly mor­eish con­coc­tion of old-​fashioned lemon­ade, vodka mud­dled with chopped mint then gar­nished with fresh sum­mer berries and a sprig of mint.

My favorite beach house din­ner is a sim­ple salad, sliced toma­toes from our friend Mr Apple’s gar­den and clams bar-​b– qued and tossed in gar­lic but­ter as they pop open. We chris­tened Mr Apple the tomato fairy because ruby red toma­toes would mag­i­cally appear in the pas­sen­ger seat of our bug!

Our house backs onto neigh­bor Ted’s place who has won­der­ful veg­gie gar­den. One day he handed me a box full of pota­toes, egg­plant, pep­pers, onions and toma­toes with a smile! (What a neighborhood!)

Our daugh­ter Cameron’s birth­day is always cel­e­brated at the beach. This year Harry Potter was the inspi­ra­tion and the girls spent an after­noon cre­at­ing a map of the house and gar­den, nam­ing the trees whomp­ing wil­low etc. in Harry Potter style. This came in very handy for the trea­sure hunt where we hid writ­ten clues around the gar­den and the ‘trea­sure’ was finally found! After a potato sack race and hide and seek we left them to run wild while the par­ents relaxed with cock­tails and a game of cro­quet on the lawn.

Shell col­lect­ing became our major pas­time at the beach cul­mi­nat­ing with the cre­ation of shell vases. The girls love vis­it­ing their friends at the local marina and spend many hours fish­ing and crab­bing there.We bade farewell to the sum­mer on Labor Day week­end with the annual end of sum­mer ‘pizza and drinks’ on the beach with our ‘sum­mer friends’ then reluc­tantly packed our bags and headed back to “the big city” for School and the hec­tic sched­ule that ensued!