Yesterday I trekked far far out, outside 495*, generally reckoned by inside-128* residents as akin to Outer Mongolia, and went to Tower Hill Botanic Garden with friends. And, I know you're shocked, I took a whole bunch of pictures!
*Boston is "ringed", inasmuch as a city on the water can be, by two highways: 128, which is also interstate 95 for much of the circumference, and 495 farther out. Like this:
It was just lovely. There are woods and gardens and views and details all over.
Mount Wachusett in the distance.
Parts of it reminded me a little of the woods around Green Gables, in PEI.
This plant looked like a weed on steroids:
Seriously, look how big!
I like fountains, but the water streaming out of the sheep's mouth was unnerving.
Pan looked up to no good, which fits all the stories.
A peace temple is a nice idea, but it's a bit pretentious-olde-style for something from 2002, I think.
The urn was pretty, though.
And the flowers! Isn't nature amazing?
It was a nice day and an overall nice time. Today I've been puttering, dishes and vacuuming and paying the bills, all highly exciting. Well, no, not at all, but satisfying, at least. I do love a clean kitchen. When I win the lottery, one item on my shopping list is a housekeeper.