The whole neighborhood is blooming, and for reasons and sentiments buried and somehow unfamiliar, it seems as if it has never happened before, the way these shapes and colors affect my awareness, is this what happens to some of us as we get older? Nature has more pull?
A male Cardinal alarmed its kin on Hubbard Park, which is a lovely street, maybe the most beautiful one in the whole city, once was a big part of the Hubbard Farm, which stretched from Brattle Street to the Charles River. It posted itself on a branch of a chestnut tree.
Domestically, the house still has a chill and it wouldn’t be out of place to build an early spring fire.
But, no, that’s not in the cards, instead it’s the NBA, Santarpio’s pizza, and more on my new book.