seacoast towns

last sunday we decided to visit some of the oldest new england seacoast towns. the weather was perfect. so we headed from newburyport to gloucester, rocky neck and rockport. we discovered many quaint towns in between that we could easily call home. the ocean could be seen at the end of every alley, through every shop window, down every street and hanging at the back of every gallery. we will be headed back to the tent in a few days where i am sure i will be strolling these towns again.

the beach house

it has been along time since i stood here, since we lived here full time. i am not sure what to make of the memories. it was nice seeing our old neighbor just were we left him, working on his antique yellow car and his shiny silver motorcycle. It was nice seeing that the houses i cared for the most were untouched by misguided esthetics and mega mansions. I was hoping that the grapes along the fence were starting to bare fruit. I remember my mornings here, i would wake up and take in the most wonderful smell of the grapes on the vines, they were the biggest blue grapes i have ever seen and what made it even more special i was the only one that harvested them. one time i made a pie, yes but that is whole other story!