A week when Bogside Farm charmed us
with their setting and amazing local corn.
A week when Merinos shoes and Bombas socks
lived up to their promise of perfection.
A week when the last of the hydrangeas came inside
to linger for just a few more days.
A week when masks and social distancing
couldn’t diminish the delight of lunch
by the harbor on Flying Bridge’s breezy deck.
A week that included broccoli rabe, white beans and pasta,
and the first clam boil of the season.
And, as always, the magic of sunset over the water.