Nothing could be finer than an ice cream cone on Edgartown harbor. Timothy Johnson

Sunday, June 16, 2019

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

So wrote the poet James Russell Lowell. And it's true, particularly on the Vineyard, when the peonies are in their prime and the scent of rosa rugosa is on the breeze.


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