Walking along the outer edge of the Boston Public Garden yesterday this was what I saw. Mind you this sidewalk is along Boylston Street, a VERY busy road. Sometimes the beauty of nature just grabs you by the throat!
This morning early it was gloomy, spitting rain and feeling like a “I’m not going out if I don’t have to.” kind of day. However, that feeling vanished once I looked out our back window into the enclosed courtyard below.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson
I tried this in black and white but the tones were too close so….
Not much to say about this except everybody on the ice today was having a VERY good time.
Well, the midterm elections are over. It’s peculiar but I feel neither sadness or elation. The only thing I feel for sure is that the national rancor is more than likely to get worse.
But for now, the weather is lovely , the sun is bright, the weather soft and that’s a blessing.
To me it looks almost like an impressionist painting
This time of year colors are turning to gold, the air is nippy and it seems everyone has a little more spring in their step. It probably won’t be long before the snow falls, things turn slushy and old guys like me get very worried about falling. However, for now all is well in this tiny part of the universe.
As the weather gets cooler here in New England, the reds and golds begin to hold sway. Even a lowly stump gets dressed up for the colorful party that precedes the drab monochrome of winter.