Back to Beloved Boston

About a month ago, Nathan and I took the kids back to Boston for a visit. We've been in Houston nearly a year and a half now, and we thought it was good timing for us to remind Noah and Jane of where they were born. Besides, we missed our friends and wanted to visit them. And, of course, Lauren is a Fall Nut. I love autumn in New England, and I knew that when we went back for a visit, I wanted to make sure it was during October, when the foliage is at its prettiest, there's an invigorating crispness in the air, apples are ripe for the picking, and simple things like wearing sweaters and eating soup are a joy.

As we drove into the city from the airport (taking a wrong turn and getting not unpleasantly lost downtown), Nathan and I agreed that we had two mutual impressions upon returning to the city where we had lived for six years. The first was that Boston is so much prettier than Houston. The character of (most of) the architecture is so pleasing, and there are far more trees and far less concrete than we are used to these days.

This is the steeple of Park Street Church, as seen across Boston Common. We were members of that fine church while we lived there and were very glad to be able to visit again that Sunday.

Any Make Way For Ducklings fans out there? The Boston Public Gardens are right next to the Common (to the right of this picture). We meant to take Noah down there to see the statues of the ducklings, but we didn't get the time.

A view of the Charles River along Storrow Drive. That's MIT across the river.

This is Rte. 2, which runs northwest out of Boston. Nathan and I commented that it sure would be awesome if Houston's Hwy. 290 looked like this!

The day we arrived, our dear friends, the Robinsons, arranged to have a little BBQ in our honor so that we'd be sure to see some families that we wouldn't have been able to visit with otherwise. When most of us met, none of these children had been born yet, and I love this picture of the general hubbub.

Which brings me to the other observation that Nathan and I both felt to be true: Even though we had not been back for a year and a half, it felt as if nothing had changed. Everything looked the same, and it felt as familiar as if we had been driving along the Charles River last week. It's a nice thing to feel so at home in a place where you no longer live. But, more notably, relationships had not changed. And what a delight and a blessing that is! People grow apart, especially when circumstances change; in our case, we've moved halfway across the country, and people have had babies since we left. But, somehow, all the joy of seeing each other had not dimmed at all, and we simply picked up our previous level of intimate conversation, laughter, and so on. Truly, it's a blessing to have friends like that.

The Beneshes and the Murgatroyds. So good to see Amy and Dave again!

Note that Noah and Jane would have nothing to do with the camera, whereas Brenna and Cora smiled like angels.

And the Cochrans, very dear friends of oursBonnie and Dave have some kind of magic with small children or something. They're so good with little ones. And my kids smiled for the camera (!).

A lot of our time at the Robinson house was spent playing with their three little ones:

Noah and Abigail. She's so cute and such a talker, for her age.

"Come on, guys, let's go!"

Jane, Abigail, Nathan, and Noah

Fun times!

I was so pleased that Noah played so well with little Nathan and Abigail. In particular, he loved playing with Nathan, who is a year older than him. I honestly don't think I'd seen him laugh so hard or so often in a while. He certainly loved being with his friend, and it made me happy to see him so happy.

This is our old house in Belmont. We stopped by to say hello to our former landlady, Priscilla, and we met up with a friend who took our apartment after we left, as well. It was lovely to see them!

While we were in Boston, I also got to take part in one of my old book club's meetings. What a pleasure it was to chat and laugh and discuss a book with a few of my old friends.

We didn't get to see everyone (we had particularly wanted to visit Nathan's old department at Harvard)--there simply was not enough time. But we were glad to see the friends we did.

One of our highest priorities for this trip was to take the kids apple picking. It's a bit of a fall ritual in New England, and we were not going to miss out. And after talking it up to Noah for a couple of months, he was about as excited as I was! There's just something special about seeking out your favorite apple variety, munching on a fresh-picked apple as you stroll along, climbing the ladders, hay rides, apple cider donuts, and so on.

The foliage had not quite peaked yet by the time we got there, but some of the leaves had begun to turn.

One day, I'd love to have a house like that on a back road in a small town. Wouldn't that be idyllic?

Getting into apple country!

These boys were excited, let me tell you.
This is them "smiling" for the camera.

Time to start picking! Let's go find me some Cortlands!

(By the way, I ensured that we brought an entire carry-on bag just for Cortland apples and stuff from Trader Joe's. Oh, yes, I did.)

The dear Robinson family: Sara, Bryan, Rebecca, Nathan, and Abigail.

Nathan, climbing a ladder.

Don't leave Abigail out!

Noah felt a little trepidation, but he enjoyed the climbing, too.

You can do it, Noah!

How far down is the ground?

An apple-pickin' boy.

Jane didn't climb any ladders, but she did love chomping down on some fresh apples!

That hat, though. That hat was something else. Eventually, it had to go.

Aaah, much better.

Nathan

Daddy and daughter.

Cortlands are the best, aren't they Noah?

I think he agrees.

All was going pretty well, until one of the yellow jackets that was buzzing around the apples on the ground bit Jane in the neck. We think it bit rather than stung her because she didn't cry hard enough to have been stung (yellow jacket stings are awful), but it did turn red and made her quite unhappy for a while. Poor girl. And we also figured out that they were attracted to her white coat. Lovely. An aside: 18 month olds are not the best travelers. Although this trip was not nearly as awful as the trip we took with Noah at this age, while we were there she did have 1.) a cold, 2.) a stomach bug, and 3.) a yellow jacket bite. Although none of those things were her fault, it sure did make for a more difficult trip. Especially since she passed her stomach bug along to her daddy and then on to her brother (who threw up on the plane--now that is a parenting story that I will not forget anytime soon). And then the Robinsons got the stomach bug--so sorry, guys!

Anyway, back to the apple picking. Here we are trying (unsuccessfully) to get Jane to smile again after getting bit in the neck.

Eventually, it stopped bothering her so much, and she was happy again.

Love this pic. Those kids are so cute.

The orchard where we went, Honey Pot Hill, also has a hedge maze.

Noah and Nathan were just a tiny bit excited.

I have about 15 pictures of their backs. They ran and ran through that thing.

How much further, Mommy?

Aha! We made it!

And after that, we all ate some much-deserved apple cider donuts. And then we went back and bought some more. Because they are so dang good.

The tractor is always a big attraction.

As are the pumpkins.

Janey and Miss Rebecca.

Abby joined the fun.

My little running man.

We wanted a picture of him in the pumpkins, but he was just itching to get up and run around some more. This was the best smile I could get!

I think the kids were ready to stop posing for pictures. Can you tell?

What a great time we had!