Logan at Clambake on Nantucket

The title of this post is 100 percent true, with the exception of the parts about it being a clambake on Nantucket. I have never been to Nantucket or a clambake, but isn't this kind of what you would imagine them to look like? It's also not Logan. I couldn't think of a sufficiently blueblood-y sounding name, so I had to borrow from the Gilmore Girls.

In fact, that is merely John, and this is a vineyard in Connecticut where we whiled away the hours with my mother, who was visiting this weekend. We also went raspberry picking and enjoyed some sunshiny days and crisp pre-autumn nights. It was way mellow. The haul: