I am exhausted. I think I crashed long after our whirlwind trip. I haven't been able to muster musings of the trip, though it was jampacked with visits with friends and family, a foot led wander of my favorite city, Boston.
Here is an iconic tourist shot of Copley Square: Trinity Church reflected in the Hancock Tower. I even captured a Duck Tour in it. Toots was enthralled with the fountain and chasing pigeons as the adults who walked around with her wanted to collapse in the grass and shade, which we did, taking turns keeping her out of the fountain and off of Boylston Street.
The above photo is one I never would have been caught dead taking when I lived there. Although, secretly, even then, I loved the juxtaposition of the old gothic revival stone church reflected in the modern blue glass and steel structure. The difference now, is that I can't just walk into Copley any old time I want and see the changing light of day and season. That's why I took the photo, because I always did love this particular aspect of Boston, the blend of the classic and modern architecture. The Victorian flavor of remembrance of things past while looking to the future that is still very much a part of the general character of the city and its populace. Boston is simultaneously, continuously Colonial through Current, old ships and new museums.
Since I've been back, I have not gone to bed at a decent hour, and not for any good reason. I have been doing heavy gardening and yardwork manual labor, which has been very satisfying, but exhausting, especially in the heat. I have tried doing things useful and fun with the kids, but not too far reaching. Before the trip, we had visitors, while wonderful to see, little Baby G did not sleep much during the night, and Little M was a nearly 4 year old ball of energy. During the trip, Honey and I definitely ran ourselves down, and exhausted Toots, too, by packing too much into too little time. We tried to not be too ambitious, but, honestly, the trip itself was darned ambitious. The day we left our friends' place in Cambridge for Connecticut, and picking up the boys, poor Toots was wailing protest over everything, very uncharacteristic behavior for her.
I am past wailing protest tired at this point. Now I just want to curl up with a good book and escape the world a bit. I am absolutely grateful to have the boys back home and am enjoying them, but after the current load of laundry finishes, and after doing quite a bit more weeding out back by the broccoli and pepper plants before it gets too hot and muggy, I may just curl up with the book I am currently reading, and disappear into its Belizean rain forest. It's time for the vacation from the vacation.