Last weekend, between trim sanding and painting, I was lucky enough to get a break and drive Grandma and her two visiting friends out to Siasconset. We parked and walked to see the old and famous rose-covered cottages, which sadly weren't yet rose-covered, and to admire some spectacular gardens overlooking the ocean, though the ocean had disappeared in fog. Back in the car we drove out past more almost rose-covered cottages at the Summer House, looped around by the beach and finished up at the Sankaty Head Lighthouse. Visiting Siasconset is like visiting another world, where only beauty and perfection are allowed. But then it was back to work for me.
