Breakfast in Rockport

The (often) good-hearted woman I live with arranged for us to stay and additional night in Rockport to end the Summer and begin the Autumn. Last year we were here for only the weekend. After breakfast I mysteriously brought her a red rose without explaining that there is a florist and greenhouse right nearby. Yesterday morning she had eggs right of Good Harbor Beach with a panoramic view of the ocean, but she actually liked this mornings waffles in Rockport more and said she was surprised by both things.