One Last Weekend of Summer

Somehow, on our fall trip to New England, we encountered one last weekend of summer.


While mornings had a chill, the days were clear, blue, and hot.

Perfect for a walk to the beach, dipping hands (and feet) into the water, collecting shells, and finding their first live spitting clams.

We ate ice cream and found ourselves sunburned at the end of the day.

We fell into bed salty and exhausted, just as it should be.

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