Thanks For The Memories

Don't ask me why after the finish of a chicken and chickpea tangine I had to rush to the computer and now I seem to have honey all over the keyboard. This will be a very sticky post to write indeed.

I have a paper towel and a bottle of Windex at my elbow and I'm using it in between typing.

Though this doesn't appear to be working. Any suggestions?

What I wanted to write about was my trip to Boston and Maine, not the mess before me but the memories behind me.

I had never spent any time in Boston. What a beautiful city. Hard to walk in though, lots of little cobblestoned alleys that begged to be explored, window boxes exploding with flowers and many charming stores, my head was a swivel.

And several restaurants that begged to be eaten in. An Urban Cottage was my Boston guide. He showed me beautiful parks, swan boats, an unbelievable grocery store that stocked everything from raisins on the vine, an entire room of cheese and charcuterie to teas that ran $250.00 a pound. We didn't have a cuppa.

 I did sample a raisin though.

Sunday, in the midst of lightening and rain, we hooked up with Shelley from BowStreet Flowers and after the inevitable stop at Starbucks headed off to Maine.

Where Maine became, the way life should be. Sunshine, coastal towns with brightly painted buildings, antique shops sparingly arranged with nautical pieces and at the end of the road, in Cape Porpoise was lobster roll I have been looking for all my life.

On the way back we stopped at their favorite nursery, Snug Harbor, where we took many pictures, posted them to Instagram, then "liked" each others' offerings. Very satisfactory hanging with other social media types. Though I blush to disclose I have no pictures of the food, or beautiful Boston or even the colors of coastal Maine. I was too busy talking and enjoying spending time with people I had already grown to love through their writings.

I did get a few shots of the nursery though. Greenhouses filled with forests of topiaries, stacks of gently mossed pots, and overhead an assortment of old Chinese lanterns.

 Outside were cages full of peacocks in full molt and one yellow golden pheasant, alone in all its grandeur.

Talk about making memories. Thank you Steve and Shelley, I loved every moment.

Next up, DC?

Mi casa is su casa.

xo Jane