The Most Beautiful February Day in the History of Connecticut
It's true. It's February here in Connecticut, and yesterday it was sunny and gorgeous and sparklingly clear -- which is not unusual -- and about 55° -- which is.
Naturally, we went to the beach.
Ledgie loves these beautiful warm winter days.
What's not to love?
We saw a seal hanging out on a rock -- again -- but some dope in a kayak scared him away before we had a chance to take his photo. Again. We waited and waited, but he never resurfaced. Man, can ol' Sealie hold his breath for a long time. Either that or swim away really quickly.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz