September was a fun, busy month. We went all over New England soaking up the last bits of warm weather before the long, cold season settles in around us. September took us to Vermont to camp on the lake with Darren’s family. This, the same lake (and the same little town fair) that his family...
In August, summer yawns. The leaves are tired — as freckled by the sun as my daughter’s nose and cheeks. We try to ring summer out like a wet beach towel — squeezing as much from these final warm days as we can.
June was mercy. Quiet days at home — slow mornings, sitting in the sunshine reading, noticing wildflowers, planting a belated garden for the kids, long walks with my husband. An endless stream of kids in and out of the door, sticky floors and dripping freeze pops, days spent in the backyard playing in the water...
May was a whirlwind of a month. Nearly every day was packed with travel, company, or end of school activities. We started the month off with a trip to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. We planned this trip with friends months ago when we were all in dire need of a getaway (in the...
2022 brought many changes for our family. Sometimes, all I remember about the year is the packing and moving and the whirlwind of work that went into making that happen. A year ago in January, we began seriously looking for a house in Connecticut. In the year since, we finished remodeling and selling our 1860s...
This is our last summer in the small Massachusetts town we love. Come fall, we’ll hand the keys to someone else and start a new journey in Connecticut. Until then, we spend these perfect warm-weather days soaking up our favorite places and traditions around town. From evening walks around the town common ending with a...
I’ve been meaning for a while to write a post sharing that we’re moving “down south” to Connecticut 🙂 In March, we purchased 42 acres of wooded land that we’re rather determined to turn into a little farm. A little farm fifteen minutes from Hartford, that is. I’d like to say this is one of...
Last week, I went to my hometown for the first time in the thirteen years since I moved to Massachusetts. I never meant to be away for so long; that’s just how life worked out. The house I grew up in is gone…sold and torn down years ago. Certainly, that’s a big part of why...
What I want to remember about these days: The home where my husband grew up. The fields and brook he knew as a boy — where our children now love to explore. The way the field is alive — with the sound of insects and birds and cows. The way it smells — the tall...
Central Massachusetts My husband and I sat in a small apartment in Florence. Across from us sat Luca, from whom we were renting the apartment for the week. Together, we followed his fingers across a map of the city as he showed us where to go and what to do. The apartment was fully furnished...