finding nemo

Well, I got my New England winter last weekend.

blizzard nemo

I tell ya, whoever said big snows would make you sick of winters up North obviously had never met a southerner born in December. I would have rather been in Hamilton Massachusetts than Paris France this weekend.

blizzard

I had been quite disappointed at the way the winter had been going, particularly after a 100% prediction of 6-10 inches found me waking up to a mere dusting one morning. I was not a happy camper that morning.

So even when the weather men (to save face from the last time, I’m sure) said that unlike other times when they weren’t completely sure of their predictions, they were pretty confident this time, I was skeptical.

nemo

So when we went out at 11:00 Friday night to the above picture, I was beside myself.

According to our uber-scientific measuring tree outside my friend Shelly’s window, we had about a foot by Friday night, and about two feet by Saturday morning. And the snow continued all day Saturday.

snow angel

We made snow angels, ate snow cream, sledded, I even made myself hot chocolate as an appropriate afternoon snack. I’ll never be too old for snow.

snowy road

That’s all I really have to say about that. I mainly just wanted you to see what I got to experience this weekend. I was in heaven. Pure, joy-filled, heaven. I hope it happens again. Like, next week.

love,

me

tuesdays unwrapped

coffee mug

It’s a perfectly wintry day here in New England. It’s surprisingly warm, apparently, at a mere fifty degrees. But it’s overcast, which makes it feel colder. I’m sitting on my couch sipping coffee out of my Santa mug, looking past my lighted Christmas tree to the leafless trees outside my window.

Friday is my birthday. Monday is my one year wedding anniversary. In a little over two weeks I will go home to be with my family and friends for the holidays. Right now, I’m content.

Even as I prepare to go to work, I think of the chickens that I can see in the distance from the kitchen window of the house where I nanny. I remember seeing them one morning, unable to make out what they were across the field until I realized by their clumsy half-flight that they must have been chickens. Sometimes I just stop and watch them, and it’s the most peaceful thing I do all day. I have no idea why. I hope they are there this afternoon.

For now, I look out my window, until I have to rush out the door so as not to be late picking up the three year old from school. I will enjoy this for as long as I can.

This post is a part of Tuesdays Unwrapped, over on Chatting At The Sky.

-me.

p.s. Yes, it is snowing on my blog.

new england, tourist style.

This week the leaves finally turned. We had been told that they would turn a couple of weeks ago, and a friend of mine pointed out a week or two ago that nothing too impressive was happening yet.

Well, this week it got impressive. Just in time for my parents’ arrival, the colors came out in full force. I’ll have to take some pictures for you.

I met my parents in Boston Friday morning, and after a wee bit of shopping 🙂 we took the train back up to Hamilton that afternoon. We showed them our place and settled them in to their inn in Rockport, followed by a nice dinner at Latitude 43 in Gloucester.

Notice the red scarf, because it’s a new purchase and you should be jealous.

I took a picture of my parents but it was bad and they refused to sign a release to publish so you’ll just have to use your imagination.

We spent Saturday driving down the coast of Massachusetts, starting in Rockport and ending in my new favorite New England town, Marblehead.

We even braved the streets of Salem, which is a zoo the whole month of October. People kept telling me to avoid it at all costs, so naturally I went.

Unfortunately this picture depicts none of the crazy characters we encountered during our journey. I’d say a good third of the people walking the streets were either in costume or just plain strange looking. The rest of us pointed them out to each other like rare birds, or like pieces of trash we should carefully step around.

Marshall spent 45 minutes finding a parking spot to meet us for lunch. Whoops.

After Salem we moved on to quieter, quainter streets. When we parked our car in Marblehead, we were greeted by this face.

I knew at once that I would like it there.

It’s one of those adorable towns that seems to be somehow sheltered from tourists, despite its historic roots and quintessential New England feel.

(what’s a New England town without ice cream??)

We walked around what felt like the whole city, enjoying the houses as much as the harbor. Each house had a little plaque on the front of it that listed when it was built (most in the 17th and 18th century), who first owned it, and what their trade was. It’s amazing that houses that old are still standing.

This church was built in the early 1600s and towers over the surrounding buildings in the center of the town. Oh, did I mention it was the perfect day for sightseeing?

And picture taking too.I want to live there someday.

It felt good to be a tourist for the weekend, and it was a nice reminder of the beauty that surrounds us and how we should take advantage of it while we are here.

It’s never too late to become a tourist in your own town.

-me

little taste of home

My parents are in town.

Unfortunately I work all day today so I don’t get to see them until tomorrow morning, but then I get to spend all weekend with them!

It will be a great excuse to be a tourist up here, do some more exploring, eat some good food, enjoy the fall a bit before it turns to winter.

We’re heading back to this picture with my parents, an adorable little peninsula in Rockport called Bearskin Neck, and I can’t wait to show it to my mom. Maybe she’ll paint a picture of it for me. Rockport is the quintessential New England town. I’ll be sure to take some more pictures of it for you.

It will be nice to get a little taste of home this weekend, and to show my parents our new home away from home. Pray for good weather though, there’s rain in the forecast. I thought October was supposed to be a dry month! Never mind that.

Only six hundred pages left of Gone With The Wind. Almost done. Scarlett just swore she would never go hungry again.

Enjoy your weekend.

love,

me

greetings from your newly northern friend

Well, here we are guys! I officially live in Hamilton, Mass. I’ve missed you, and hopefully you have missed me too. I’m sure you have.

I’m at a writing workshop right now, so hopefully by the end of it I’ll be on my way to editorial perfection. I can feel the transformation happening already.

We got in late Sunday night, like, too late for this girl, but it felt g00d waking up in our bed. Even if it was in the middle of the floor amidst dozens of boxes. We dragged ourselves out of bed with visions of Starbucks dancing in our heads, and somehow we powered through a day of unpacking. Our living room went from this:

To this:

In a matter of hours. Piles of trash and boxes located directly behind the camera 🙂

As you can see, we have a fabulous window in our main room, and I wanted to create a little spot where Marshall and I could sit and eat breakfast together. It took some maneuvering, but I think I worked it out well enough.

So far our taste of New England has included cool breezes, fresh produce, fried seafood, and varying degrees of Bostonian accents. I love it already. We have received cookies and muffins from welcoming neighbors, and I don’t miss southern hospitality, yet.

I do miss the pets though. I’m afraid that won’t leave me until they are back in my arms, but I’m trying so hard to be strong.

It’s good to be back talking to you guys (yeah right!) y’all, hopefully once our internet is working at home it will be business as usual. I’ve got so much more to tell you! And if you’re good, I’ll show you some of the writing I’ve been doing at the workshop.

me

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