On the last days of July, it is easy to feel that summer will never end. But on the first days of August, there is the realization that it will, and likely soon. There is a seemingly paleolithic temptation, not fought, to feast on fresh foods, the casual company of friends, and warm weather activities. In this spirit, we all gathered on the Connecticut shore for a "Dinners at the Farm".
|This series of fund raising-like events are held down on the beautiful farm of our good friends, the Goddards.|
|After an ominous rumble, many iOS and Android devices were reflexively retrieved. All eyes fixed on the radar.|
|The winds started up and the subsequent courses arrived a little more quickly.|
|Under the whipping flags and bowing trees, we managed to finalize the sailing dates and finish a great evening before the storm.|