“Poetry is a way of mind; the exploration of a tunnel, where blind albino fish seem to float in nostalgic pools of unremembered memory.” — Russell Edson, from “An Interview with Russell Edson” by Mark Tursi, Double Room (no. 4, Spring/Summer 2004)
We were in Boston twice in March, once for a concert on 3 March (high temp of 41, low of 32F) and then for a couple of days for the Boston Flower Show, on 14-15 March (high temp of 51F, low of 36F one day, then 64F/40F the next), when we also visited the New England Aquarium and walked on the Rose Kennedy Greenway.
There was something of the poetic, the nostalgic, the underwater memory — or was it a fleeting dream? — about both visits: To see the witch hazel blooming in the snowy landscape, so much colour and an agitation of petals amidst stolid white, the liminal, numinous boundary of winter and spring; and my views, through distorting glass, of undulating eels and anemones underwater, of floating seahorses and octopi, of endlessly circling fish, all we sea creatures perhaps nostalgic for our true homes.
Happy to spot vernal witch hazel (Hamamelis vernalis) growing downtown, along the Public Garden.
I like its “windblown hair, don’t care” attitude.
And the weeping willows in the Public Garden were yellowing-up, getting ready to leaf out.
These snowdrops (Galanthus nivalis) adorned the Greenway by mid-March.
As well as winter aconite (Eranthis hyemalis).
Happy to find signs on the Greenway about gardens intended for pollinators.
A few shots from the Aquarium, always a fun stop, always brimming with young children and their exuberance.
Featured photo: Bon Me! Vietnamese food truck on the Greenway
This is one in a series of posts revisiting field trips taken from January to June 2019, as described here.