being outdoors in the sun & planting herbs & friends

This has been a really nice long weekend, filled with lots of time outside in the sun and absolutely no work.

Yesterday we went to Harvard Square for lunch and spent a lot of time walking around there. When we got back, we found a place that sells bubble tea that’s only a five minute walk from our apartment. We sat in a park we hadn’t yet been to, drinking it. I started a Jodi Picoult book, Nineteen Minutes, that so far I think is terrible. I can’t stop reading it, though, fearing that it will get really great any minute now… I haven’t read anything else by her, but heard wonderful things about My Sister’s Keeper.

Today we walked almost three miles to a Mediterranean restaurant we found online that looks so delicious. We got there and found out it was closed for Memorial Day. We were disappointed, but the six mile or so round trip walk in the sun felt so good. We ended up at a market in downtown that we didn’t know existed–it’s pretty amazing that we’ve been here for nine months and are still discovering new restaurants and shops. It’s a small market that sells a lot of produce, but limited groceries (as David pointed out, catering to our demographic–all natural cleaning products, Stoneyfield Farm milk, etc.). They have a counter in the back where you can order sandwiches. We brought our veggie sandwich on flaxseed bread and falafel wrap back to our apartment, and ate out on the deck. We then headed to the grocery store and bought popsicles (made with real fruit), which we started to eat on the walk back. Popscicles always taste so good when you eat them outside.

I finally got around to planting herbs today. In just a couple of weeks, we’ll have organic cilantro, basil, and chives.

I wish I were more ambitious this year now that we have a huge outdoor deck, but we’re going to be away a lot this summer.

Growing up, we always had a huge vegetable garden in the backyard. I still remember the wonder I felt watching the seeds turn into green beans, carrots, radishes, tomatoes, and pumpkins. My parents have composted for as long as I can remember, and it amazed me to see our scraps turn into soil, which in turn produced food and flowers. My mother taught me patience; eager and excited, I always wanted to pick the food before it was ready.

I was reflecting on why I ended this week with a smile, even though overall it was stressful and exhausting. Certainly, the sunshine helped. There’s also the excitement of travel–David and I bought plane tickets this week and we’re heading to Seattle, Portland, Vancouver, and LA this summer. But I think it’s mostly because I connected with a lot of my friends who I haven’t talked to in far too long. I caught up with Julie, Alexis, and Sarah on the phone this week. On Wednesday, Anne and I met up for dinner. I miss them so much and I hate to know how much I’m missing in their lives, how much we’re missing in each other’s lives, on a day to day basis. I’ve known Sarah and Julie since I was three. I’ve known Alexis and Anne for more than half of my life. It’s hard being so busy and feeling like we don’t have time for each other anymore. This week, we made time, and it felt so good. (Now, to call Amanda, Abby, and Danielle…)

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