I usually walk to work and back home outside of the Garden. I walk parallel along Arlington Street, from the flat of the Hill all the way to my office near Copley.
I’ve walked past in every season now.
Usually I have my eyes glued to my phone, sifting through emails or playing with Instagram. I don’t always notice that the leaves have suddenly turned colors. Or that the spring blossoms have come in. Some days I look up and suddenly, spring has fully arrived and the Garden is lush.
Some days, I take a different route and walk through the winding paths of the Boston Public Garden. Like yesterday evening.
The Garden is lush and green now. The air is chilly because it’s been raining since the weekend, but humidity permeates the air. More tourists are in town wandering through the park. The swans have been brought back to their pond. The brass of ‘Make way for ducklings’ looks a little warmer against the bright green grass.
Most days I walk on the outside. But some days I look up and take notice of the world around me. Some days I decide to walk through and really see the city I live in. Those are the best sort of days.
It’s a good city, Boston.
I’m in denial today. My long weekend can’t be over yet. Right? Right?!? Sigh… But it is. I’m back at work and drowning in emails.
At least George looked nice on the walk to work this morning…
Anyway, I’ll tell you about the trip tomorrow. It’s too fresh in my mind for me to talk about it… It would only make me sad now! I miss you, Jim and Sue!!!!
Back to the grind for now.
Today is a mess. At 8:15am, the skies are gray and dismal. Rain is pelting this side of Boston. I made it two steps out the door before it hit. Thunder, distant lightning, and buckets of rain.
As usual, the first T to come to our stop passed us because it was full. All the rare train-riders come out of the woodwork for rainy days. Finally I caught a T, but not before my sandals were soaked and my pants looked blotchy and covered in wet marks.
But I’m still in good spirits. I rather like rainy days, although I prefer them when I only have to hop in the car. Being environmentally friendly is tough!
Now my train is creeping along Comm Ave towards downtown, picking up the soaked stragglers. Today will be a good day: work will be busy, but in a pleasant way; I have a programming lesson (more on this later); and I’ve packed a homemade chef salad for lunch. Does what you packed for lunch get you excited too? I always can’t wait. Even if it’s nothing fancy.
Well, friends, have a wonderful day no matter what the weather looks like in your part of the world.
Back tomorrow with some fun things I’ve found on the web this week.
Beth brought me homemade Ma’amoul stuffed with pistachio. Mmm midday treat!
Midday walk and a breath of fresh air. Much needed.