Beautiful treasures outside ‘Mollisons’ of Kyneton. I’d like to come back to this store with an hour and a fistful of cash!
The last couple of weeks have been strange, and I’ve noticed that whenever things in my life are out of balance the blog is the first thing to go quiet. I’ve been taking a little bit of time to get my groove back and it’s done me a world of good to just press pause.
The Boston marathon bombings have coloured much of the past two weeks for me, and it didn’t seem right to talk about it when I had nothing new to say. As the drama unfolded we were glued to a live stream of a Boston news station for two days straight, and it struck me how often I recognised a spot where I had stood just six months earlier. I took a bunch of photos in Copley Square last October that hold even more meaning for me now.
Since my very first visit to Boston six years ago I’ve felt a kinship with that city that’s hard to explain, and I’ve had trouble getting Sweet Caroline out of my brain for the past couple of weeks. Boston is the toughest city I’ve ever known and I don’t think I’ll ever forget some of these stories of tragedy and heroism.
(Tim’s sister was supposed to be working at the medical tent at the finish line that day. I can’t even let myself imagine how different things might have been if she hadn’t changed her plans at the last minute – there must be thousands of people wondering the same thing, for different reasons.)
… and just to keep things interesting, while this was going on our little fleabag had a medical emergency of his own. In the course of a single weekend we had five trips to the vet and he got very sick. He’s on the mend and should make a full recovery, but man. I love that dog, and he really gave us a scare.
Today was a bit gloomy, and we decided it was a good time to get out of the house and see something new. I wanted to see some pretty autumn leaves before they all disappeared so we jumped in the car and checked out two towns we’d never been to before – Macedon and Kyneton.
The foliage wasn’t quite as perfect as our stay in Vermont last October (that was magical!) but the colours were so much brighter today than I had expected. I’m so glad that we were able to see it this weekend while so many of the leaves were still hanging on.
If you live around here, I bet it’s still going to be incredible for the next couple of weeks. You should go.