Can't I live in a cottage and make jelly?

In particular I want to move to Martha's Vineyard. I want to move to a little cottage with no neighbors and make beach plum jelly.

I want to walk across fields in rubber boots and comb the beach for pretty pebbles and bits of shells in a grey mist and drink a glass of beer and eat a boiled lobster.

If I sound a little melancholic, well, it's because Mercury is in retrograde.

And also because a recent romantic entanglement blew up in my face, and then today I had a dreadful dust up at work that literally made me feel ill. Oh and also I think I am catching the Evil Twin's cold.

Well anyway, here are a few photos of my favorite things:


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