Yesterday was Patriots Day here in Massachusetts: a holiday celebrating ... Not working? Or maybe spring? Or an excuse to run a marathon? No one's certain, but although I don't observe the holiday by taking off, I do enjoy the marathon: watching it, that is. Last year I circulated downtown near the finish line, watching the late-day runners reach their goal. This year I only made it to the Prudential Center (well, the grocery store near the Pru, actually), but that's close enough to enjoy the multitudes of people. The runners are wrapped in their silver blankets, the tourists hold maps and cameras, and the Bostonians "observing" Patriots Day are often slightly drunk. It's a good time.
I also had a really good time taking photos of spring! Specifically the flowers. The daffodils are out in full force, the tulips are about to make their debut, and the flowering trees are gorgeous (and smell good too). I threw my dignity out the metaphorical window and crouched on the ground and muttered to myself in an effort to take good and interesting photos of my favorite spring items.
Hooray for spring. These are the days when I almost don't hate the British Romantic Poets (Wordsworth) and their damn romantic poetry ("And then my heart with pleasure fills/ And dances with the daffodils")
Victory: Went to the gym
again this morning
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