Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
This blog should be called Postcards of Sylvia in America. Today Sylvia and I spent a couple of hours in the Boston Public Gardens communing with bronze ducklings. A little girl called Fiona let me know that Sylvia was dirty...I call it urban chic. Oi. Mark read a slogan on a truck on the drive in that read "Unsliced bread. The best thing since sliced bread". Go figure. Weird world this. Sylvia scored free pizza at Whole Foods...the kid will never go hungry!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
So hot here we are melting. Sylvia naps under shade tree.
Made more inroads to Boston and area in the last few days.
A generous farmer gave Sylvia a pint of raspberries at the Waltham Farmer's Market yesterday. We happened across the Market as we were taking the slow road to Boston where we stopped and bought a lunch of paysan bread and a very good local sharp cheddar to eat at the shady Common across the way. Spent the rest of the afternoon exploring JP and the Harvard Arboretum. Sylvia immediately loved the Arboretum which is basically a very big walled garden with lots of paths and trees and some people with kids and dogs. We lay under some kind of Cork tree whilst Sylvia ran to and fro with a couple of sticks. She must have run a mile. Seems okay to be in Big Bad Boston sometimes. I like the Arboretum and can imagine spending lots of time there.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Waiting for coffee to brew. The rest of the house sleeps. Rained in the night so the air feels cooler today. Into the city today. Mark to search for work and me and Sylvia to meet up with a Mom and kids in a park off the Charles River in Cambridge. We happened upon them last Friday as we were looking for a quiet place to sit with Sylvia. Fairly easy to meet people with a Sylvia forging the way. Free night at the ICA so we may end up there to see the Shepard Farey show (sp). in its last week.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Currently we live with Mark's Mum in Auburn as we try to navigate our way to the next step. Auburn is a suburb of Worcester about an hour out of Boston. In back of the house there is a big corn field with trees beyond and then a few hills in the distance. The field has become my Bay of Fundy: big expanse of colour in this case green. Sylvia waking up.