Springtime in Boston is just so much more appreciated than springtime in most places I’ve lived. Jacoby and I were walking home from our visit at Fuller, and were just slammed by the scent of flowers. A lot of flowers.
We turned a corner and saw this.
A huge pile of amazingly fragrant purple flowers.
Jake had to get out and check them out.
He’s a firm believer in stopping to smell the roses…or, in this case, purple flowers.
I don’t know what kind of flowers these are, but they sure smelled great.
And they were in such an unexpected place!
Jake enjoyed checking them out, too.
He always enjoys taking little adventures on the way home from visits.
And it’s a good thing we stopped to appreciate them, too. The next time we went past this place, the flowers were almost entirely gone. Just like springtime in Boston, flowers are ephemeral and fleeting.