Christmastime begins with a tree, and today, we picked ours.
Category: North America
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The Tree
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Thanksgiving morning in beautiful Plymouth, home of the Pilgrims, birthplace of the ‘first’ Thanksgiving, site of the (anti-climactic) Plymouth Rock. We began the day with a cold, early run through the past, past the rock, the Mayflower, the Monument. It’s a place full of history. Today, we were part of it. Plymouth, Thanksgiving
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I don’t understand Columbus, Mississippi. I really don’t know how else to put it into words, though I suppose you can never truly understand any place fully. The history and charm of the deep south is here, but you must search deeply. And that’s how, amidst the strip malls and chain restaurants, we found ourselves here. Half yard sale, half antique shop. Trash and treasure amassed in one chaotic place, the city itself.
Possum Town
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On Sunday, my little brother and I headed to Holbrook’s Nihtila farm in search of a few pumpkins to carve before Halloween (just a few days away!). It was chilly outside; I have a feeling this is going to be one of the last weekends for a while that we can comfortably be out at all. Fall seems to have just begun, and yet already, it’s slipping away into winter. At least we had this lovely day in the sun.
Nihtila Farm
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The Fort Point Arts Community in the Boston Seaport district hosted its seasonal open studios event this past weekend, during which the public is able to visit the otherwise private workspaces of the artists. Warehouses on the water, full of art, open for wandering. My brother and I decided to explore.
Fort Point Open Studios
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Brunch, and boats. It could not have been a more perfect weekend for the world-famous Head of the Charles regatta, which truly speaks volumes considering that we’re in the midst of New England October. The morning began with mimosas & brunch at The Boathouse in Harvard Square. Then came the river & the races, outside in the sunshine.Head of the Charles
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exploring & escapades 