Back in the day, a regular on the kids’ television show Howdy Doody was a putative Indian called Princess Summer Fall Winter Spring. The last two seasons in her name were run together as if they were one word.
Lately, “WinterSpring” seems to be the right name for what we’re experiencing in New England. Here are a few pictures from my confused season.
There are four photos of the beautiful Boston Public Library. The hardest shot to get was a lion not surrounded by photographers and visitors posing for their picture. While I was at the library, I was delighted to hear the retired Massachusetts chief justice being interviewed by Boston Public Radio, which sometimes broadcasts from there. Margaret Marshall is perhaps best known for her reasoning in the case to make gay marriage legal in Massachusetts. My photo of her friendly wave did not come out.
The ornate clock suddenly appeared on Washington Street. I don’t recall seeing it in all the years I took walks in that neighborhood.
The 5-lb coffee bag will get us through any kind of WinterSpring.
Finally, I include a couple indoor shots of my living room in a welcome shower of sunlight and a couple pictures of grandchildren managing just fine in WinterSpring.












We took the tour of the BPL the last time we were there, us and about 500 of our closest friends! Still, it was a marvelous tour. The sun in your house looks like spring is nearly here.
Tourists love to pose with the BPL lions, taking turns so every member of their group can take home a photo. 500 in your group?
Beautiful collection–I especially like the evanescent “love” in snow on the bench, the “Love thy (Muslim) neighbor” banner, and sunlight on the wall beneath the window.
You and I walked under that banner on Boylston, I think, when we went to the rally after the first ban.