New England is simply perfect. Especially in August.
Picture perfect cottages, farmhouses and water fronts… Blue skies and dewey flowers.
Crushed ice and pink drinks.
Oh, let’s not forget the live music and jazz tunes.
So of course mom and I did nothing in New England that wasn’t expected.
We ate blueberries. Fawned over the blue waters. Walked in and out of gardens. Drank tea (not coffee)…
I have a few recommendations for later (if I head back up again) Chase’s Daily and the most adorable Old Professor’s Bookshop across from it. We met some kind of famous pulitzer winning author who’s name / book I’ve promptly forgotten so of course I cannot wax lyrical about that but it was good to see that it was just another day at the bookshop!