Yesterday started out like the last day of a beachside vacation when its a little chilly and over cast and as the breeze gives you goosebumps so you don't mind heading back to your own, sand-less bed. It was my lovely mother's birthday so we headed out for the first blueberry picking of the season. Thirteen pounds later we headed up to Amherst to The Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art. It was wonderful. We even visited the workshop where the lovely staff tried to teach us to watercolor like Tomie DePaolo, but we were channeling Carle. On the way home, we hit up Herrell's for some icecream. I always do the Burnt Sugar & Butter sundae while Mom got a Malted Vanilla cone. The Northampton Sidewalk sale and a failed attempt at Jerry's Artarama wrapped up a perfect day.
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