Summertime: Are we there yet?

Around this time each winter, I decide I’m tired of the lousy weather and begin to boycott low temperatures by putting my Bean boots and parka away.  This change in wardrobe always occurs weeks before it’s reasonable to be outside in a light jacket and sneakers, but I can’t seem to help myself.  With my mind set on spring, the same temperatures that chilled my bones in November seem downright tropical.

Increasing my spring fever is the batch of photos I just retrieved from an old memory card.  I thought I would share some of them with y’all and see if anyone else has the summertime itch.

1) Falmouth’s Town Landing Market  2) Fresh Produce  3) Congress & State  4) Outdoor dining at King of the Roll  5) Upper Forest  6) Ice Cream in the night at Mount Desert Island Ice Cream on Exchange Street  7) The night belongs to us  8) Hip hop album cover?  9) Conferring with friends at State & High.

I’m so ready to traipse around after dark without a cold nose and umpteen million layers.  Maine comes alive in the summertime, and I can’t wait to enjoy another season of salty, blue-skied days.

“I think Degas had problems.”

(quote courtesy of 60-something museum patron, speaking to her husband)

A few weeks ago, my friend Samantha mentioned that there was a Degas exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, and suggested we make the 100-mile trek to check it out.  We study French together at school, and the exhibit seemed like a perfect way to expand our Francophone cultural knowledge.  Additionally, it never hurts to head to Boston for some shopping, so we planned a day trip of French Impressionism and thrifting.

A few facts about our trip:

While I once lived in Boston, I never owned a car there.  However, I took the wrong exit into the city and still managed to get us to our destination, then to Cambridge, and later home.  For New Englanders living outside of Boston, I feel like this is an impressive feat.

We never made it to a thrift store, and instead ended up at a few shops in Cambridge (which was a-ok with me, as I managed to procure a new yellow jacket for 50% off).

While in Cambridge, we stopped at one of my favorite places: Black Ink.  They have my favorite collection of greeting cards, and after Valentine’s Day I’ll share pictures of them.

When we arrived at the MFA and flashed our student IDs at the ticket counter, we were informed that, as students in the University of Maine system, we were exempt from the $20 student entrance fee.  I was astonished as the clerk explained that students at all Maine schools are provided free entrance to the MFA thanks to the Lunder Maine Student Membership Program.  THIS IS GREAT NEWS!  The museum is enormous and I would love to take my time exploring it.  Now, when I have days off from school, I can hop on the bus to Boston and visit the MFA as many times as I’d like.

Here are the pictures from our journey, all thanks to Sam and her iPhone!  (We somehow both managed to forget our cameras at home).

Looking at this last photo, I can’t help thinking of this segment of the “Rejected” cartoon series: