Spring comes to Boston
This weekend was the first real spring weekend. It was sunny, and actually was warm enough to wear a t-shirt. Inexplicably, every woman in Boston simultaneously decides to wear a skirt. Everyone swarms onto the Esplanade, sunning by the banks of the Charles River, or playing frisbee on the Boston Common. The sight of this mass of humanity is shocking to Bostonians used to empty winter streets. One thinks to oneself: where were all these people? Ah yes, hiding from the chill inside their apartments…
The flowers continue their riotous procession. The ornamental magnolias along the south-facing side of Commonwealth Avenue are in full display, while their north-facing brethren are still dormant. The forsythia everywhere are a gorgeous yellow, the cherries still a delicate pink. Even the ornamental pears seem to be thinking about flowering. Me, I repotted all my houseplants, and am impatiently waiting for them to grow.
The flowers continue their riotous procession. The ornamental magnolias along the south-facing side of Commonwealth Avenue are in full display, while their north-facing brethren are still dormant. The forsythia everywhere are a gorgeous yellow, the cherries still a delicate pink. Even the ornamental pears seem to be thinking about flowering. Me, I repotted all my houseplants, and am impatiently waiting for them to grow.
