Springtime

Springtime in Boston can be an elusive thing. Around mid-March, we see our first crocus and all thoughts turn to spring. Spring, however, has other plans. She goes away and leaves us with our snow, our freezing rain, and our daffodils laying down on the ground like soldiers in defeat.

March melts into April an still we wait, we hope.

Then one day, we look around and all we can see is Spring. She is here and she is here to stay.

So it was on Easter day - a glorious day of sun and warmth and celebration. And so it is today, a beautiful day were everything is in bloom.

As I am home sick with a brutal headache, I was reminded of my all time favorite springtime walk. It made me feel better. I hope it gives you some joy, no matter where your spring is.

I walked through the Public Garden in Boston around six o’clock last night. The light was so soft and yellow and it cast a beautiful glow onto all that was in front of me. It lit up the green of the willow trees and the pinks of the flowering trees that have burst into bloom. There were no less than four different colors of tulips. To add to the picture, two black lab puppies were rolling over each other on the grass while a couple walked past me with their newborn baby. All of this beauty was reflected in the pond where the Swan Boats floated, all tied up together. I’ve never seen this park look so beautiful.

It felt like God was showing off. Just a bit.

This is a magically beautiful time here in Boston. It seems to last for about five minutes, but it so amazing when it’s comes. It is the time when all the creatures seem to know that winter is really and truly over and all come out and celebrate.

Next winter, I will trot out this memory, this beautiful feeling of renewal and hang it in front of me like a carrot.

My friend Saul captures the essence of the city so beautifully in his photos, and I am so grateful to him for letting me use some of his work here. I encourage you to take a look at more of his work by www.saulblumenthal.com.