" In late summer, when sprays of purple loosestrife, goldenrod, and ripening cranberries burst into color along the old road cutting through the Great Marsh of West Barnstable on Cape Cod, the air vibrated with the drumbeat of cicadas, the caws of seagulls and geese. "

― Nancy Rubin Stuart , The Muse of the Revolution: The Secret Pen of Mercy Otis Warren and the Founding of a Nation