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The basswood is flowering.
This morning I saw the turkey, looking fat and happy. I had to stop to admire his magnificence as he displayed his tail feathers, and be amazed yet again at the blueness of the skin around his eyes.
A woman living in a Beacon Street townhouse overlooking the Public Garden watering the flowers on her first floor windowsill, which were growing in a row of sneakers.
Yesterday there were people out in Copley advertising the Globe advertisement section (ah, the irony), including a number of gleaming white quadricycles with big pictures of their different icons on the back. One of the riders was there, resting and reading his paper... which was a Wall Street Journal.
And this morning I saw a nun in full habit (long white coif, long flowing white dress, with a black scapular over it), dark sunglasses, a shiny black beaded rosary held in one hand as she rollerbladed along.
This morning I saw the turkey, looking fat and happy. I had to stop to admire his magnificence as he displayed his tail feathers, and be amazed yet again at the blueness of the skin around his eyes.
A woman living in a Beacon Street townhouse overlooking the Public Garden watering the flowers on her first floor windowsill, which were growing in a row of sneakers.
Yesterday there were people out in Copley advertising the Globe advertisement section (ah, the irony), including a number of gleaming white quadricycles with big pictures of their different icons on the back. One of the riders was there, resting and reading his paper... which was a Wall Street Journal.
And this morning I saw a nun in full habit (long white coif, long flowing white dress, with a black scapular over it), dark sunglasses, a shiny black beaded rosary held in one hand as she rollerbladed along.