I really love this time of year. Now, I know I say that about most times of year (except maybe that late March - early May here in New England, that is a time I could do without) - but autumn in New England is just about as good as it gets. It calls for all things cozy and comforting, and just makes you want to find any excuse to gather people together. And this year happens to be even more special since we are expecting a little one any day now.
There is no denying that summer on Nantucket is pure magic. But Fall? Fall is the real gem on the island. Can we keep that between us? It’s a time when the tourists have returned to their busy lives, yet the water is warm and the weather is perfect. September and October on Nantucket? Now that’s where some special island splendor goes down.
The seasons may change and the leaves may fall in many parts of the world, but there is nowhere quite like the show Mother Nature puts on in Vermont. I can’t tell you exactly why this mighty little state does this Autumn so well - but I do know I’ve never seen a place embrace it quite like the Green Mountain State.
This little corner of the world, known as Watch Hill, Rhode Island, holds the most special place in my heart. If it wasn't for this tiny little part of the tiniest state in the country, a little girl from Tennessee would never have met her New England match. It's because of this tiny little place I met Andrew. It's where we had our first date, it's where we got married. It's where we'll go for the rest of our life to have endless "remember when" conversations. It's beyond special to us.
The Fourth of July has always been one of my very favorite holidays. It's smack dab in the middle of summer (actually more of a kick off to summer here in New England), and it just has an overall happy vibe. Andrew and I actually met this very week 14 years ago, so I suppose I'm extra sentimental about it.
As a little girl, my New England-bred parents (who had been transplanted to Tennessee right around the time I was born), packed up our suburban every summer and drove up the eastern seaboard (sometimes with a boat in tow, sometimes with a dog, and always with four kids with far too much energy for a 22 hour drive) to escape the oppressive southern summers. We instead replaced them with magical New England ones.
Last fall, when we were out shoot for Nantucket Looms Holiday, I had the privilege of staying at The Roberts Collection along with Erin while we were on the island and we fell in love. It's location is just perfect for the days when we are running around like crazy, but even better when we get to stop and enjoy the island for a bit.
I love all seasons, I really do, but summer in New England is something to really appreciate. Maybe it's because we wait so long for it. Maybe it's because the weather is just perfection. Maybe it's because everyone just seems like they are in the happiest of moods. Whatever it is, I try to soak it up in every capacity and spend as much time outdoors as possible.
Summertime in Newport is pure magic. Sailboats, sunshine, and the sea - it just doesn't get better. We are lucky enough to live just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the gorgeous city by the sea, so the number of times we are asked for our must-dos in that pretty little place is countless. Well, thanks to Erin McGinn's picture perfect images I'll now have all my answers in one sweet spot.
Around March 30th, Andrew and I both channeled our inner Verruca Salt and declared we needed warmth and we needed it now! It sounds dramatic, but if you've ever experienced a spring like the one we are currently having in New England, you would understand the primal need to get to the sun. I just wanted a few days of warmth in a place with a little character before my brain exploded. Ok, now that is a tad dramatic, but it's precisely how I felt. Don't judge.