The last time I was in Boston was in December, for our usual year-ending holiday escapades. I used to spend a few winter weekends cozily ensconced in the condo, but this year I’ve been away for the majority of the slumbering season. Kira has gone off the grid again and I’ve been in hibernation mode with Andy, so I’ve missed out on a Boston winter. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, as walking in winter is not usually a comfort – still, there is a certain magic to being holed up in our brownstone while a snowstorm rages outside.
Alas, winter has come and gone without a Boston visit, and so my return this past weekend was met with the excitement of returning to an old friend – along with the realization of how long it has been, starting with the Christmas decorations that were still up. More on that drudgery later, when the proper write-up gets posted. For now, just a teaser of witch hazel…
… and a paint job that reminds me of a watermelon. Whispers of summer come too soon. In no way do I wish to rush through this spring. Or this year.
Be present.
Be mindful.
Be entirely in the moment.
