Lemons into Lemonade...Or Something Similar

 

Just perfect.

<3



Until Next Time, Maine

dead porcupine...check out those quills

pretty little bugger



so in love

yep, this is how i canoe

one last goodbye

best sandwich...grilled cheese with tomatoes and lobster

 

 

Week in review...yet without the barefoot-for-seven-days-playing-in-dirt dirty feet (you are welcome)
Now comes the post vacation depression.

Hope you had a great July 4th.

Four Hours Away From Home

fool in love that I am, this is what I packed.

the view from my desk

means of transportation

the guys about to adventure in a styrofoam & duct tape sailboat

middle of the lake

coming back to port...I needed proof

an evening swim

almost there

 

 

A week away with the family, I can't even remember the last time everyone was able to stay a whole week! I hope that I can balance boredom and productivity in a way that lets this week pass by slowly but not painful. I also know (hope) that the seven of us will get along (not kill each other) after so long in a charming (tiny) log cabin.

 

 

All joking aside, Maine is great. The further we drove, as the towns became more spread out, I felt the stress evaporating like steam from a kettle. I felt my heart start to hum with excitement and ideas. Not big ideas, just innocent small step ideas.

 

No matter how much I love being young in the city, for me there's nothing that compares to the smells & sounds of nature.

 

Sending some Maine-iac Fireflies your way!

Cambridge by Rainy Night

An old friend from high school got a job in Boston and threw a party in her new place. It was cold and rainy outside, and everyone forgot their raincoats. Inside it was hot and muggy; with a back porch that perched at such a perilous angle we were all convinced it would come crashing down by the end of the night. So my pictures aren't so great (this is your warning) just imagine you've had enough that the cold raindrops don't really bother you anymore.

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Salem sans Burning Witches

Lily of the Valley...



 Petal snowstorm. The best kind of storm

 Perfect. Lace. Curtains. (need I say more?)

 A perfect garden...a big shady tree, defined walkways, a statue and a secluded lower section. "Good fences make good neighbors" True that, Mr. Frost.

No comment, just this...cast iron awesome

I'm kind of embarrased to admit this, but I've rarely been to Salem, MA without the cloud of Halloween hanging over it. Not that it's bad, mind you, the Halloween bug. It's just...not a whole picture of the gem that we discovered on the back streets.

Anywho, my (historian) dad knows a (historian) guy who does a walking tour of Salem (not ghost or witch related). In costume. In character. I honestly couldn't tell you much info from the tour (the 20 loud Texan women could be to blame...) But really, I blame my overwhelmed eyes/mind/soul combo and a camera at my disposal. It was wonderful.

Until next time Seedlings!

Rain & An Old Factory

nature reclaiming

raindrops on ivy

creeping up the walls

a view from above

It was gloomy and wet here today, I might have let it get to me if not for stumbling upon a new restaurant, NU Cafe. Excellent food, great beer and a cool ambiance? What's better than that?!

What else have the bricks of this old factory held besides rain drenched ivy?

"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention

but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall."
-Helen Garner 

Taking Time To Look

Cobblestones peeking thru the pavement, a photo by acornsfromelms on Flickr.

It's times like this, in pausing to catch my breath up a hill, that I especially don't mind that I've never been one to live in a hurried way. And no one in their right wits would tell me to stop and smell any roses, or investigate a leaf, or pick up a stone. But in cases where a little daydream is close enough to live, Why even pretend that I've only fallen 3 steps behind you?

So here we are. Cobblestones peeking through pavement. Times when history is so closely intertwined with the present it's reaching out to grab someone's attention.

Are the gears of your Imagination turning yet? Visions of businessmen in suits and hats checking pocketwatches dangling from the end of gold chains...elegantly dressed women in beaded dresses and tightly wound curls going shopping...a couple or two all dolled up for a night of fun at Mechanic's Hall.

What do you think?