We are drowning here in Boston. Historic snowfall has left the entire city crippled. The only benefits to this collapse is all the snow days dedicated to making things. In all the years I’ve lived in Boston, I haven’t seen it this debilitating. Where I live, there is nowhere to put the snow, as evidenceContinue reading “snow joke.”
Multiple days of snow (yes another two days, starting now and into tomorrow…and again, on Monday apparently) means tucking into bed early with books and knits. It’s the only way. These will be a pair of socks I’ve so fittingly named cabin fever. Cheers to winter.
There’s nothing better than a blizzard bringing a major city to a halt. I love how quiet the city gets; my normally busy block is filled with prancing pups in the snow, people on cross country skis skating down Beacon Street, and kids on sleds on major roadways. Plus, when school closes (since I’m aContinue reading “snow.”
Spied out my front door today, this storm really lived up to the hype. It’s like a snow tunnel or something. For now, the city looks gorgeous covered in white everywhere. Give it a day before ruin. There have only been 3 shoveling trips so far–but if you need to sweat it out, get outContinue reading “front door? 1.12”
Sir Winston Churchill just adores the snow. He gets energized by the cold–and since his legs are so squat, he has to pop his body and prance through the high drifts in the most adorable mania known to man. He is like a child who wears their pajamas inside out the night before the chanceContinue reading “pup in snow.”
It has been snowing in Boston for nearly three days, and it’s given me plenty of time to trudge into snow and take snaps with my new Nikon D3000. The other day, my brother Bryce, myself, and his wife, Erin, decided to trek about Davis Square and beyond on New Year’s Eve and experience theContinue reading “Snow’k…”