Yesterday, I took the train to Boston to go to Sassoon to get my hair recolored. Since I got to town (what people call the city in Boston) an hour early and it was a sunny day, I walked the two miles to the salon. As I cut through Boston Common, I smelled the divine scent that happens in June in Boston: the scent of linden trees in bloom.
I was in heaven. So happy I walked. I reached up and plucked off a couple of lime green blossoms, and I can still smell them today. The scent is so fabulous, I need to look for a fragrance or a diffuser that does a good job of capturing the scent.
I continued walking to Boylston St. where the salon is located. After Boston Common, I crossed the street to the Public Garden. The swan boats were swanning across the pond filled with tourists. What a pretty sight!
After getting my hair re-redded, I decided to walk back to North Station to catch the train home. That way, I could get another few whiffs of the linden trees. As I was crossing Arlington Street to re-enter the Public Garden, I noticed a young woman on a scooter coming my way. I was thinking that I wished I had one. As I daydreamed about the scooter, the next thing I knew as I crossed the street was that I was flying through the air before hitting the street. I fell on my two palms, tore the knee of my pants, got a scraped and bruised knee, pulled a muscle in my calf, and strained my lower back and hip. Two very nice women and a man helped me up before I got run over by a car or bike. They wanted to know if I was OK, and I at least knew I didn’t break anything.
What I tripped on was a raised, curved piece of rubber or something else that was cemented into the road to keep motorists out of the bike lane at an intersection for a left hand turn. I’m all for bike safety, but I wish there was something to warn pedestrians crossing the street! The piece, that looked kind of like a curved skate board, was not painted bright orange or bright yellow, it blended right in with the street. I’ve been crossing at that intersection once a month for the past almost 30 years. Obviously, I didn’t see it or know it was there. Boy, was I angry and I’m still sore.
At any rate, I continued my two mile walk to North Station. The linden trees were worth it. But I was happy to get to the station.
After a terrible night’s sleep with sore muscles and bruises, I spent part of the day baking for the Horticultural Society’s Potluck Dinner at beautiful Tuck’s Point on the harbor in Manchester-by-the-Sea.
I made Hummingbird cake and Brazilian cheese balls. Everyone’s dishes were delish, and there was a ton of food.
Those whose gardens were in bloom brought in arrangements to adorn the tables. It was lovely. I didn’t really have enough flowers in bloom in my gardens to bring an arrangement to the dinner. My two red climbing roses are both in bloom, but they have huge thorns so I passed.
Of my two tiny new rose plants, only one rose remained after the rabbit had its sumptuous midnight snack on the unopened buds and leaves. There was no way I was going to bring my sole new rose to the event. But here it is, and you should smell it – pure delicious rose scent!
I can’t believe you fell and kept going. I’m glad it wasn’t serious. You know how to enjoy life and I’m happy to see the ride/walk.
Thank you, Marcia. Fortunately, nothing broken or sprained. Just a few bruises and little scrapes. I’ll keep my eyes on the ground, however, next time I’m in Boston!
This is a heavenly post, Allison! I have something similar coming soon from my garden pictures at the Getty Center! These are really my favorite types of posts!
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Thank you! I look forward to yours!