Peak hydrangea-season, mid-July on Cape Cod. My aunt, my grandmother, my brother and I spent the day in Chatham, touring the local gardens of the annual Hydrangea Festival. To be perfectly honest, though, the tours weren’t really necessary. The most beautiful hydrangeas of all were out in public, free for all to see. Chatham Main Street was fully in bloom.
Flowers, ice cream, puppies. It was my last day as a twenty-five-year-old, and I wouldn’t have spent it any other way.