a popham weekend

Popham, Maine that is. 

The husband and I drove north this weekend for a quiet respite. We stayed at the quaint and quiet Edgewater Farm and B&B. There we met Wendy, a retired NYC social worker who now volunteers around the world, working on organic farms and traveling to places she loves. We walked the grounds of the B&B, and struck a deal for blueberries and raspberries- we could keep half of anything we picked- a delicious deal for everyone involved. We ate good lobster this weekend too, tender scallops as well, and walked the Popham Beach State Park. As we do on any road trip, we took our time getting home, taking scenic routes and stopping for coffee or raw milk wherever we felt so inclined. Husband's perspective of the weekend: "I ate yummy food. I am happy."