Boston rebirth
In September, the students return and Boston’s life begins again. Fall is spring in Boston.
[Later that same day:] From a lovely post on Aug. 24 by Liz Lawley: “For me, fall is like spring–new beginnings, fresh faces, a sense of promise and potential.”
If I’m only a week behind Liz in ideas, I’m doing really well!
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Heh. A familiar theme.
http://mamamusings.net/archives/2006/08/24/summer_resolutions_unresolved.php
To extend the springtime in fall metaphor on a personal note. In September 1962, I came to Boston as a freshman at Northeastern University. I had achieved a life goal in getting as far from my hometown of New Bedford, Mass as I could possibly get. I was a blooming idiot.
Boston is lovely in springtime.