I decided to play hooky from work last week and took myself downtown. It was a lovely day and I needed some down time. I took the subway to Charles Street and started my adventure there. After lunch I visited the public garden and took a few snaps. Heck, I even took a ride on the swan boats!
Past the budding trees and down the stairs beneath the old railroad. I walk through a familiar landscape: the ball field, the tennis courts and through the fence to a quiet enclave of houses. I suspect they’re rehabilitated worker cottages from earlier days, when the pond was worked for ice. An old ice house still remains and has be
converted to a Boys and Girls Club. I meet a gravel path just past the small parking lot and am in Spy Pond Park.
The park is just coming to life at this time of the year with budding trees and a body of water that’s still fresh and clean. Ducks and geese roam the banks and the old, bent trees dip gracefully into the water.
This is the pond, my five minute retreat from the world. There are other people here, but mostly it’s me, accompanied by bird song.
It’s peaceful and I need peace. More than that I need a place that’s blossoming to natural life.
Nor’easters. Nasty bit of New England weather. We’re due for one this week and I think it’s already started. Wind, rain and plenty of bluster. I went out this morning when the sun was still shining in a bright blue sky and returned just as the clouds were rolling in. I’ve been sequestered in my office all day since then. I’ve gotten quite a bit of work done. Thank goodness for Amazon Prime music.
This weekend will probably be, well, a washout. On another note, our contractor came by this morning to lay out a temporary kitchen, since they’re going to start demolition on our kitchen on Tuesday. We’ll have a small fridge, microwave, toaster oven and coffee pot. They even brought in a table so we could have a place to put them.
Good think it’s going to be stormy this weekend, because we have a whole kitchen to clear out. I got a start on it last weekend, but the whole thing’s got to be cleared out by Monday. Packing boxes? Check. Garbage bags for all the junk that’s accumulated in a foodie’s kitchen for the past 16 years? Check.
There’s not much blooming outside, but I’m feeling hopeful. The weather has been warming and I think (I think!) I’m seeing the merest of buds on the trees. There’s definitely some action on the spring bulb front. Not much, bit its letting us know that, yes they’re still there – they haven’t forgotten us.
The days are a bit longer and I’ve been tempted to visit a park or two. Caught a nice lowering-sun vista a few days ago, along with some absolutely gorgeous early evening skies. Very nice.