nothing like a jaunt to central america to clear the ol’ head. losing your cell phone helps, too. as does, evidently, not brushing your hair.
come october, i find it hard to believe there is any place so idyllic as just about anywhere in new england is. now, new england in january – another story. but fall is something new england nails. the brightly colored trees, the charming farm animals, the freshly made and still burning hot in your hand donuts – all followed by a crisp brew in a cozy pub… well, it is almost just too much for me to bear.
(pics snapped during a perfect weekend at home in massachusetts with my family and friends. in addition to the apple picking excursion, five 30-ish old pals had a sleepover, soon-to-be babies and birthdays were celebrated, homemade chili was eaten, and general coziness was had. ‘bye now.)
four hundred miles away, separated from canada by the st. lawrence river, exists a town called waddington where dave’s dad’s family lives. every summer on the first weekend of august, they welcome friends and family for a slice of small-town U.S.A. so delicious it cannot even be described. let’s just say there were plentiful boat rides, naps, simple meals, bar hops, bike rides, trampoline jumps and about a million refreshing swims in the river. needless to say, being at work today is all kinds of NOT FUN.