Last weekend I went to Westport, MA with my friend to visit her grandparents on their farm. One thing that I must say is that I constantly forget how big farms can be. Living in a city all my life, I am used to cramped living spaces, no personal space, and being constantly surrounded by people and buildings. Being out in big open spaces, like a farm, makes me feel very vulnerable and small. But after getting over my space issues, last weekend was a much needed break from the hustle and bustle of Boston.
The farm was breathtakingly beautiful. It was stretched out along the shore, so the air had a slightly salty taste to it. Everything was green and thriving. There were no flowers, just grass, bushes, trees, shrubs. It was very peaceful.
I think the best part of my weekend was going clamming. We waited until 5pm when the tide was low and set out into the water with our clam rakes. We clammed for maybe 3 hours, diligently combing the sand.
Isabel, dug up a vintage champagne bottle along with some clams.
(Bacon comes from clams!)