the weekend.

It's early Monday morning and I am sitting in my little office with a cup of tea listening the sound of the boats leaving the harbor.  I love the sound and feel so lucky to live in a place where I can enjoy it.  I spent the weekend on our favorite little island 22 miles off the coast of Maine.  There I enjoyed another kind of quiet morning overlooking the sea: engines from far-off lobster boats, crashing waves and the oh so lovely sound of the water being sucked back to sea through the smoothest of rocks, and of course the fog horn.  The island town's only industry is lobster. There is a rugged kind of beauty to both the landscape and the people (although they would probably scoff at that idea).  All I know is that time slows down there. For me.  But I'm not a lobster boat captain, a sternman, or one of the hard working year-rounders who make their life on the island.


It started like this. 


I got to sit up front and enjoy the most amazing of views while we made the trip across the sea...




One of us wasn't too thrilled about the plane...  


but she recovered when we landed and she realized her weekend was filled with this...



and this...


We spent mornings taking walks like this. 



And afternoons throwing the ball. 





and then it was over.  The wind picked up for our return flight and I was happy to have something to hug.


I hope you had a wonderful weekend, also!