After warming up with some French onion soup at Sag Harbor's historic Corner Bar, my family returned to the house to find these curious hearts in the driveway. I seemed to be the only one who recognized them as hearts, rather than swervey tire tracks. I guess I truly am a hopeless romantic. :)
2 comments:
What a lovely post! I love the Hamptons and don't take enough advantage of being so close to them. The hearts, well...what can I say? ... I, too, am a hopeless romantic! And leaving me hanging as to how they got there is killing me!
ciao! the last pic is very impressive...maybe you have a secret admirer :) it makes me want to go out and practice on gravel!
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