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The Magic of the Seaside
As my keyboard is clacking, the windows are open to a cool breeze and I’m wrapped in a sweater. The maples are getting spots of gold and crimson, and the asters are showing off their blooms. I just tucked my fall seedlings into their beds a few days ago. Though we technically have almost two…
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An Ancient Volcano & a Not-So-Secret Garden: The Final Part of Our Time in Scotland
“I don’t think any of us can believe it’s our last day in this gorgeous city, it has flown by so quickly. I’m excited to go back and see our fur babies, but know I’ll miss aspects of this trip, like walking to get coffee, being surrounded by storybook beauty, having the privilege of leisurely…
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Ancient Carvings & a Forest Castle: Part VI of Our Time in Scotland
“I’m really gonna miss starting each morning by walking to a coffee shop and having a flat white,” I told Andrew between bites of flaky hazelnut cruffin. He nodded his agreement, still looking surprised to be enjoying his carrot cake bun, which he had only ordered because he’d thought it was a cinnamon bun. Four…
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Villages & Waterways: Part V of Our Time in Scotland
“I don’t think scones are even a breakfast food in the UK, but I don’t care. I would have them every single morning,” I told Andrew between happy bites of that light, golden bread, clotted cream, and strawberry jam. We were at Gordon Street Coffee, basically two highly-convenient stairways down from our flat. It being…
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Gravestones & Streetlamps: Part IV of Our Time in Scotland
This is a continuation of my last post, about our time in Scotland last November. As Andrew and I rounded the corner onto Cockburn Street, we saw the line of people before we saw the Milkman shopfront itself. “Nooo,” I sang out. I was desperate for my morning coffee and did not want to wait…
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A Royal Castle & Regal Pigeons: Part III of Our Time in Scotland
This is a continuation of my last post, about our time in Scotland last November. As four plates alit upon our table at Scran on Cockburn Street, I immediately regretted ordering the veg full Scottish breakfast. It was like a four-course meal piled onto one plate with eggs, sourdough, veg haggis, beans, mushrooms, a potato…
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Curving Streets & Candlelit Pubs: Part II of Our Time in Scotland
This is a continuation of my last post, about our first day in Edinburgh last November. On Thursday, our second day in Edinburgh, I slowly rose from bed groggy, and not due to jet lag. “I am so mad at that guy,” I said to an equally groggy Andrew beside me. “I might even hope…
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Smoke & Clay: Part I of Our Time in Scotland
As I stirred on a mid-November morning, our first morning back in our cozy bed in Connecticut in ten days, I was surprised to find that—even after days of looking forward to being back home with the snores of our fur kids—as usual, bittersweet emotions made their way through my head as I lay there…
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A Winter Bucket List Check-In
And just like that, the snow has melted, daffodil bulbs are poking through the saturated soil, and we are firmly back in mud season here in New England. My plan to take a month off from writing during the overwhelm of the holidays turned into a months-long break that was instead largely spent staving off…
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Local Tourist: Exploring Where You Live
I’ll admit it—even though I now live in a region I adore, I still continually find myself wanting to explore somewhere else. It has next to nothing to do with how I feel about where I live and lots to do with frequently wanting to experience new places, activities, and scenes. I’m not the only…
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