A lovely weekend with the Read Family in Bolton, Ma. They live in the most serene neighborhood. Allen and I basically run from sun up to sun down during the week and a calm weekend with the Reads was just what the doctor ordered. Jack and Caroline were such gracious hosts.
Adam was anxious to show us his really cool bike that is motorized.
Sweet Amelia is a girl after my own heart. She is all girl. The more stuffed animals and sparkly shoes, THE BETTER.
David reminds me of my brother Marc. He is always running, inventing, talking, moving, creating, jumping, examining.... all with a smile on his face. Just so active. I love it.
We made an afternoon trip to Walden Pond. Thoreau was not home.

We would have stayed and just .....thought..... longer.... but it was really cold, evident by the sheets of ice covering the famous pond. There were some guys still ice fishing.
Then we drove to Concord for some small town strolling.
This lamp kept scaring Allen. I want to get it for him for his birthday.
We wandered into a few bookshops, a kitchen store (dream come true), a chocolate shop (second dream come true), and then found a cheese shoppe (I mean, does it get any better?). The cheese shoppe was very european style. They also had a deli where we dicided to feast for lunch.
Our sandwiches were superb to say the least. My sandwich on a fresh baguette had turkey, brie, apples, and a champaigne mustard. I don't remember what Allen got becuase mine was occupying all of my thoughts. It was love and lust all mixed together for this sandwich.
See my grin below.... that is how excited I was to indulge.
We finished our lunch with a thick frappe from a local diner. Lovely.
Concord is/was the home of Ralph Waldo Emerson as well as Mary Louise Alcott. You can imagine Jo and her fellow little women walking the streets arm in arm as they sing at the top of their lungs.
On to the main event. Hello Boston. We only spent only one day in Boston. It snowed, but it was beautiful.

I love visiting a new city and feeling the energy that it radiates. Each city has it's own feel and makes you feel different. Boston's energy is a very deep, rich, and fulfilling energy that is full of ambition. You can almost feel the generations that have come before that have left their mark in some way or another. I know, enough. I will stop rambling.
Lovely weekend filled with lovely people.