second only to beacon hill for me was the public garden. i know how much central park enriches my life in new york—i honestly don't think i could wholeheartedly embrace urban life without peaceful, green space to escape to from time to time—and i savored the afternoon we wandered in and around the garden. flowers, swan boats, and willow trees abound—the place sings with whimsy.
and a sweet memory to tuck away: i was snapping photos when i heard my name called, and i turned around to see angie running toward me. running into a new york friend elsewhere—what are the chances? incredible how this big world can sometimes seem so small.