In 2008, I quit my corporate job, sold off everything I owned and moved overseas with my husband Drew. Since then we've traveled around the world, started our careers over as creative types and nurtured our love of sleeping in late. Oh and we had a baby. Cole, our almost 2 year old has been traveling since he was four months old and probably knows more Thai than me (not that he brags).
This Morning: Photo Essay
New England has been hit with a heat wave this week, and I’ve been sweltering in my Boston apartment. This morning, determined to beat the heat, we headed out at 6:30 AM with our two dogs, Molly and Jack. We are very fortunate to live next to Jamaica Pond, some of the nicest green space in Boston proper. I know I’ve talked about my dogs before, but here is a picture of our puppies. Molly is the black one, Jack is sporting all white. If you’re wondering what those metal chains around their necks are, then you’ve never walked a 100 lb Lab that immediately loses it’s mind within 200 feet of a squirrel. Or duck. Or trash blowing the wind. Trust me, it’s necessary.
I took about 100 pictures of flowers along our walk around the pond, but I’m feeling kind and will only post 1 here. The thing I love about New England in general is how wonderfully messy people keep their front gardens. When I lived in Texas, they were kept their roses trimmed, color coordinated and never let their blue bonnets run into their daffodils Here, it’s much more relaxed and I find the sprawling, overgrown flora surprisingly calming.
The Jamaica Pond boat house is usually overrun with 12 year olds taking sailing lessons, an interesting proposition, since the pond is relatively sheltered and I nearly never see anyone with enough wind to cross the pond. But they seem happy enough to bob in the middle on little 3 person boats in their oversized life jackets.
They don’t let the public launch boats here, but you can rent a boat for the day. You will likely upset fisherman as the pond is stocked, and it’s nearly impossible to not disturb someone fishing. The other day I saw a mom and her two daughters careen into someone’s line while in a small canoe. I thought the old man was going to literally kick their ass, as he said in a thick Boston accent, “What’s the matta with you!”
Finally we let Jack off lead and he immediate ran into the pond like it was Christmas. Does he look happy?
Jack is also a fan of swimming so fast that he eventually chokes on inhaled water. That will only stop him momentarily because, “holy crap, water!” On the other hand, Molly does not swim. She doesn’t like to get her paws wet. If we coo at her for a while she might take a small lap around, but definitely keeps her head above water and looks rather forlorn afterward. She’s delicate. Jack? Not so much.
Afterwards we headed down Centre St, for some breakfast. We would have eaten at Bon Savor, but the owner is French, and refuses to open before 8 AM. JP Licks is a good second.
By now it’s nearly 7:30 AM and it’s hot. As they would say in Madrid, “Que Calor!”
We each got an iced coffee and bagel, and enjoyed breakfast alfresco, until we finally gave in and realized it was time to head inside.
The rest of the day will likely be spent alternating between complaining about the weather and taking cold showers. And Jack? He’s sleeping like a baby.