We're back after a month visiting our families in Maine and Cape Breton. So wonderful to see the sea, see the trees. I long to move to Cape Breton, so as much as I love visiting, it's always bittersweet because eventually I know I'll have to leave. Given that I've been fortunate enough to find a place on earth that's my own pastoral paradise, it feels profoundly wrong to leave it behind to return to a hot, humid city. Especially with a baby who seemed happier than he's ever been naked on the beach and crawling across endless grass. But we have a three year plan. We'll get home for good, one of these days.
While we were in Maine, we visited the Four Seasons Farm, with the most spectacular vegetable beds and these beautiful flowers.
But my dad's lilies, pictured above, can rival any professional. (He was also the town zucchini champ three years in a row, ahem.) And he even let baby M. pull apart some of his lovely roses.
Many days at the beach, like this one where my little love was whisked off by my sweet sister, gone to meet the sea-babies...
