Boston, Massachusetts
October 2025
Leaves galore - all I could dream of. I cross into the Public Garden and the trees are bold, vibrant, garnets, golden, russet - the landscape is absolute technicolor - bright and fulfilling of all my dreams of Autumn.
I checked into my room at the B&B and came out to gaze at the trees. I walk down the paths saying hello to all the different trees dressed in their Autumn colors - Yellowwood, Maple, Elm, Linden, Redwood, Birch. All of them alive with boldness in the chilly air. Clouds move in to shadow the sun and the light changes in seconds. The air is seasonal in the low 50s in the afternoon, the breeze makes it feel colder. Everyone is out today - it's the weekend, with sun and cloud dancing overhead. Photo opportunities everywhere you look.
I am sitting on a bench surrounded by the crunchy fallen leaves - caramel and golden. It's so beautiful. I could sit here each day with this prime Autumnal view and be filled up like I'd been super productive all day. Nature, oh how I need to spend time appreciating your seasonal splendor.
Chubby squirrels dash about, rising on their hind legs looking like they are begging. A group of geese (a gaggle?) are making their way over into the lawn from the lake. I am sitting on a bench off the main path. I love how benches are all around the garden, inviting you to stay and appreciate. I am astounded by these trees. They are old, tall, sturdy, stately. It's such a leafy space - the city breathes through this garden.
There's a bride and groom across the lake, taking wedding photos. How gorgeous. The backdrop everywhere you look is Autumnal. The grass is carpeting with leaves, and yet most of the trees still have a ton of leaves. The trees are the best feature of this public space.
It's 3:30 now and the sun is starting to draw closer to the tops of the city scape. As the light changes, a golden glow begins to cast its rays over the trees. The leaves catch the fire of the sun, in the form of light and color. People are fascinated with the squirrels. I am fascinated with the trees.
A group of people over there to my right are spread out on the lawn, perched on a large blanket with snacks and carving pumpkins. A chilly breeze comes through every now and then. The leaves adorning the tree to my right are orange like pumpkins. Eventually I stand up and slowly walk out of the garden for my next location, crossing into the cityscape.
