from Boston to Brooksby

One rainy morning this past weekend, a good friend and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to Brooksby Farm. Located in Peabody, MA, the farm is only 30-40 minutes out of the city, though it feels like a different world. 

While it's fair to assume that most people would opt to spend a rainy Sunday morning at home in their pajamas, I had no problem trading my slippers for rainboots. The steaming apple cider and fresh cider donuts are a definite perk, but there is something purely enchanting about an infinity of warm, sparkling color on a gray canvas.