Simplicity and solemnity were the orders for my 50th birthday weekend in Boston, and with just Andy and I in town for the festivities it was an order we happily carried out. This August’s weather has been good to us, and a sunny and comfortable few days without excessive heat or humidity kept that beauty going. We arrived early in the afternoon, dropped our things at the condo, then had a stroll through the Southwest Corridor Park, which was resplendent in bloom, starting with this vibrant zinnia.
With dinner reservations later that evening, we had ample time for my favorite thing in Boston: a siesta. I picked up some bites at Eataly then returned to the condo for a little snack and a not-so-little nap.
Upon waking, the sun was slanting into the bedroom – a favorite moment of the day in a favorite room. The fragrance for the evening was Tom Ford’s ‘Fucking Fabulous’ – a gift from Andy a number of years ago – something light and sweet to christen our Boston weekend.
Decked out for dinner, Andy ordered a car to take us to the seaport, where some delicious sushi awaited us at LoLa 42. We walked along the harbor for a bit, then headed to the restaurant. Despite our cramped and noisy seats by the bar – both of us are way too old for that scene, our eyes and ears failing us in the dim light – the food was amazing, and Andy’s cocktail was divine.
The light was already changing, hinting at fall – the enchanting sort of transformation that is both sad and sweet at the same time.
August anemones danced in the sunlight, as if cheering on those lucky enough to pass their way.
A sign of impending fall, as much as they signified a summer that was not quite ready to yield…
