This week I am caring for a wonderful tabby named Fang who lives on Beacon Hill. Over the weekend I walked from the Southend to his home. It was the first time in a long time that I had walked through the Public Garden. The Public Garden was resplendent with swaying weeping willows, lush flower beds, tourists and Bostonians alike, and ducks and swans enjoying a good swim.
Walking through the park filled me with joy and reminded me of why I had loved living on the Hill many years ago.