Cindy went on yet another hike with a friend and I stayed home to get caught up on work and emails. But I got out for a walk through Beacon Hill Park in the afternoon.
I lingered for a short time at the bandshell, listening to a rock/jazz/rap band and then watched fifteen to twenty overs of cricket. I arrived just after the sixth wicket had fallen, then watched the batting team settle in and score 65 runs without the slightest chance of getting out. Then a massive pop-up was dropped, my butt was sore from the hard metal benches, and I headed for home.
The park is a beautiful oasis in what can be a hot and noisy city. It's peaceful even when it's crowded. And I'm still spotting plants that are new to me.
Angel's Trumpet, Beacon Hill Park