Our move to Boston was filled with contrasts - exciting and exhausting, joyous and sorrowful, familiar and foreign. Our instinct told us we needed to get ourselves here, and as instinct works... it was right. We've been "home" here for a little over a year, and have fallen in love (((again))) with the beauty of New England - place and people. Full-on, transparent, honest, in-your-face, bold and proud surrounds us, as only Boston and those of us who call it home can be.
Summer was glorious, hot, sunny, humid and long. I will miss you summer, as I do every year. This Greek girl likes "hot and sunny" best of all, but Fall in this neck-of-the-woods cannot be ignored, and why would you want to. Yesterday it became official. Flip-flops and beach chairs OUT... boots and winter coats IN, as we did the seasonal shuffle from storage to closets.
With my trusty iPhone in hand, here's a bit of what we saw on a recent drive to pick some apples, smell the earth and see the beauty of the changing seasons. If summer has to end... what better way than in this glorious splash of color that is strictly New England.