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