The weekend began with pink tulips and the promise of summer weather.
Friday afternoon we found ourselves in Cambridge
with Marlowe & David.
A peek in Colonial Drug was called for . . .
. . .as was some time spent lounging in front of Cafe Crema
with the birds and the young couples in love.
Saturday was a lost day.
As gorgeous as it was, I spent most of it inside
working on a reading/talk I'm giving Monday.
I've been feeling under the weather,
which is a pity on such a weekend as this,
so Todd dragged me out of bed today and off to the Hollis Flea!
The farmers were out plowing this morning,
and the dealers were out dealing.
Tons of great stuff at the market.
I bought a few vintage-y treasures, but here's a look at a few that I passed by:
My Memere always had a ceramic tree just like the green one
on her kitchen table in Old Town, Maine.
A chorus of Kermits.
It was hot at the market today,
but this mum and daughter made my heart melt even a little more.