It seems whenever I go to a city, I find my way to the park. A cemetery will also do too, I guess it about the stillness and trees. Yesterday, while Jon was doing an interview, I took a walk up Boyleston Avenue (I think that’s the name, I’m not very familiar with Boston) there were plenty of churches on the way, but none with cemeteries, so walked till I came to the Public Gardens.
What a find, even this time of year, there were lots of flowers in bloom. It has everything, trees, grass, formal gardens, fountains, statues, at least one bridge and water. I stayed a while then made my way back to the hotel through the Commonwealth Mall. A tree lined grassy walkway with statues, every city should have one of these. There were lots of big bronze sculptures of men and I began to wonder where the women were. Obviously, in recent history someone else notice the same thing and decided it was time to honor some women. They chose Phillis Wheatley,( a slave who was a poet and the first African American woman to publish a book) Lucy Stone (an abolitionist and suffragist and first Massachusetts woman to get a collage degree) and Abigail Adams (famous letter-writer and wife of John Adams). They were life sized bronzes, placed in a conversational way, not like the over sized men on pedestals that I had to crane my neck to look at. These women were inviting me into their circle, I guess it worked, I had never heard of Phillis Wheatley or Lucy Stone until yesterday.
So now I’m home again, with the dogs and the donkeys, the cats and chickens, the trees and quiet. Ben is sanding my new studio floor and Will is updating the electric in the house, my studio and the barn. I started missing Jon as soon as he left the hotel for Philadelphia this morning. But I’m happy to be home and will be even happier to to meet him in San Francisco on Thursday.