Spring was busting out all over Boston the last time I was in town, so this day is going to celebrate that glorious arrival with a couple of floral posts. It’s one of my favorite times to be in the city, made more-so by the fleeting aspect of such beauty. If you blink, you could miss it – and I don’t want to miss a thing.
Nestled along most blocks are these pockets of beauty. A nook of a garden, even in the most concrete-bound of places, can make a magnificent difference. These blooms were all in the vicinity of South Station, a location I hadn’t really frequented until the last two years or so, but as the city extends its charms to the Seaport section, it’s a nifty linking place.
While none of the blooms depicted here are gigantic or earth-shattering on their own, taken together and en masse, they make quite the statement of color and beauty. They demand a closer inspection, a pause in the rush of where we’re headed – and to command such power in such a place is impressive.
