by Sarah Bourne Rafferty

A Maine farmhouse for a week with friends … pure heaven. We cooked, we played, we ate, we read, we collected eggs and strawberries, we marveled at the beauty of summertime in Maine … we even threw a feux birthday party and attended a real (and glorious) wedding on the beach during which it drizzled (rained) just enough to scare but not enough to scare away. I can’t decide what was the most fun: putting my feet in the water each day or eating my very first lobster?

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