This past weekend in Boston was phenomenal. I snuck down to Beantown on Saturday while Hayley skied Jay Peak in Vermont. I walked around Newbury Street with my jacket unzipped soaking in the warm sun, and it felt glorious. Unfortunately, it’s back to scarves and winter coats this week, pink cheeks and ice cold ears. It’s true what they say, “it’s a lovely winter we’re having this spring!”
After a Florida getaway, and a beachy California feature this past Monday, I’m ready for some sunny warmth at home! I don’t doubt that Maine will soon (in a few months) be its beautiful ol’ Vacationland self, but what I would do to jump into a summer day and work in the stern of my father’s boat!
Some of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen have been from the back of Dad’s 36-foot Duffy, the Hayley G. Iridescent fish scales that seemed too pretty to be bait, good luck lady bugs, thousands of lobster eggs nearly ready to hatch… One of my favorite moments on the boat with him during the summer was working in a torrential downpour. Millions of rain drops flattened the waves of the sea and the sound of water hitting water was intensely meditative. Not a bad office, if you ask me.
Happy day 6 of spring! Blair
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