Fall – and the anticipatory days leading up to fall – is the time I usually find myself returning to Boston with more regularity. This year, I am looking to make that happen as the world struggles to right itself. As history has proven, it’s sometimes safer and calmer to hole up in the Boston condo while hurricanes and other events afflict Albany and upstate New York. My Mom and I agree that the condo is actually a cozy space to weather a raging snowstorm or hurricane, and that still proves true. Hopefully that won’t be necessary, but worst-case scenarios tend to be the ones that play out these days. At any rate, Boston beckons, and this post is filled with some flowers that were putting on a show for our last birthday visit, as well as some memories of that city which has always been my home-away-from-home.
The tricky turn of summer into fall is often deceptively beautiful, seducing with its balmy weather and bright all days. Cushioned by the coziness of the coming season, while holding onto the warmer air, is an intoxicating brew of enchantment that masterfully obscures the fact that winter will not be far behind.
Behind the brick barricade on Braddock Park, one should still be able to hear the outdoor fountain for a few more weeks. I like to sleep with the windows open on these nights – for the cooler air and the sound of the water cascading into itself. Welcoming the outdoors inside won’t happen very often once we reach into October, another reason to carve out more time in this magical place while we can.
