What's better than autumn in New England, with plump, friendly squirrels burrowing and hopping on thick golden carpets of fallen maple and gingko leaves?
Fall at its finest in the Boston Public Garden.
When you don't have to rake a single one of them.
As I'm walking along the pile of leaves just outside our door, I am warmed by the knowledge that each week, courtesy of our newly bloated property tax dollars, there will be that trusty street sweeper coming by to clean away all the detritus, and that our weekends of endlessly filling and stomping dry leaves into Home Depot refuse bags are over, oh so over, to be replaced by the less chore-y task of strolling to and through the Public Gardens or the Commons and enjoying the autumn leaves the way they should be enjoyed: by sight, by smell. Not by rake.
So it's been 4 months since we ditched our suburban house for digs in the city and we are loving every. single. second of it. I don't miss our old house. At all. Right now as I sit here, SOCKLESS, in a T-SHIRT, with the heat cranked up to keep the place at a constant 72 degrees (and we don't even have a choice about that! No thermostat!), I think about the couple now at our old house and imagine what they're saying to each other as they're discovering that they've just bought an oversized ice-box, and oil prices are at an all time high. They're probably not high-fiving. Because they're fingers are all swollen and it would hurt.
In the new place, there are no weeds to pull. I mean is this Shangri-La or what?! This has been the extent of my gardening so far:
Planting bulbs - amaryllis and paperwhites - in pots to be brought indoors. This year I bought somewhere around 60 paperwhite bulbs, and have planted maybe half of them so far, in soil, or rocks, or sea glass. I'm hoping they'll begin blooming near Christmas time because there is nothing quite so nice as fragrant white paperwhite blossoms to add more holiday cheer.
So, in general I haven't really talked much about our new place, except for the mantle. I love that thing. I get a couple of emails now and then from people asking how I'm liking it, and I'm fine with talking about it one on one, but with the general public...We're so happy and feel so incredibly lucky that we get to live the way we do, but do you really want to hear about it? Because maybe I'll come across as an arrogant douchebag, and apparently that would be just about the worst thing in the world for strangers to think me a douchebag. And then there's that creepy feeling of being voyeured...I should really quit thinking so much. If you haven't noticed, my writing here as been few and far between as lately I do this back and forth in my head and then censor myself into silence. Dude, WHAT is the big deal?? This is a blog is it not?
Stay tuned for more douchebaggery!
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