After sweating in high humidity and being eaten alive by
mosquitoes in Boston and its suburbs all week, it was a relief to come home to dry
sunshine and temperatures in the mid-70s. I
head over to the Phinney Farmer’s Market, which is rapidly becoming my favorite
summer sketching place. Listening to a busker play his ukulele, watching kids
dance to his music and looking forward to strawberry shortcake made with the
fresh organic berries I just bought, I could not think of a single place I’d rather
be.
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