Boston’s Clouds, Changing Foliage, and Farmers’ Market
The clouds hang low in Boston; it is as if you can stretch out your arm and grab a handful of these fluffy, cotton-candy like mass of liquid droplets.
Having lived in the U.A.E. for almost seven years now, I had almost forgotten how thick, heavy clouds look like. Here, we get a few of those beautiful, fat clouds during the cooler months – and they are far, far away in the sky.
The leaves on the trees had just begun to change their colors, and it was such a beautiful sight. And I haven’t even seen the complete transformation yet! My mom has experienced several seasons of fall while living in Japan, and I would listen to her describe this changing fall foliage with great interest.
Not one to buy made-in-China souvenirs when traveling abroad (I have absolutely nothing against those who do, really), I brought home a couple of bright-red maple leaves instead. I have them carefully tucked in layers of newspapers, and they’re now here in the U.A.E. to remind me of my first fall. I think I’ll have them framed.
My neighbor back in Waltham has this bird feeder right outside her kitchen window. It became a habit for me to glance across the street towards her house to see how many birds came in that morning as I walk to work.
During my last week in the U.S., I attached a zoom lens to the camera and started taking pictures of the birds. A couple of minutes later, I saw the lady of the house walk into the kitchen and towards the window. I’m sure I looked very suspicious with the big camera and the zoom lens, and the hijab (plus the fact that I’m not even a regular resident of the neighborhood). But the lovely lady waved and smiled at me.
The tunnel in Boston with its very orange lights – where the navigation system loses its signal and then you’re left to decide for yourself which exact exit to take to reach your destination. And it’s almost always the wrong exit. Not that we got lost or anything. What possibly made you think that?
I am fascinated by the display of those fresh-looking lobsters on a wooden boat filled with ice! Also known as Villa Francesca, this Italian restaurant is located in Boston’s North End, on a side street just off of Hanover.
People rave about this restaurant’s fettuccine con gamberetti. And since I feel like Italians tend to add wine in almost every dish, we hardly dined in these restaurants. Perhaps we could have requested them not to add alcohol, but then why go through the trouble. I can have all my Italian cravings easily satisfied here in the U.A.E.
I also took that picture because I thought the flowers looked very pretty.
I love the farmers’ market! In this particular market in Boston, I noticed that the market is filled with 80% Asian people.
Here in the U.A.E. I mostly shop from a supermarket located within a gigantic mall. But when the weather gets cooler, I hope to get the chance to shop from a farmers’ market. We do get a lot of local produce. We also get a lot of fruits and vegetables from the neighboring country Oman, as well as from India and Pakistan.
Back in Boston, I never bought much from the market. Masood, the wonderful person that he is masha’Allah, told me not to waste my time in the kitchen. How could I possibly argue with that! Every day, after work, we’d drive out and see the city – instead of me cooking dinner. This made our work trip feel like a holiday!
This is a picture I took at one of the plazas in Boston while waiting for Masood. I was fascinated by how the yellow leaves shed with each gentle blow of the wind. Now I realize my happiness stems from the fact that I can enjoy the moment, the cool breeze, and the falling leaves without having to worry about cleaning them later.
How’s the weather like in your part of the world these days?