What a peaceful day walking through the almost deserted Arnold Arboretum in Boston. The place was a glow in Rhododendron in hues of pinks, peaches to brilliant raspberry red.
We walked through the trails up granite stairs to the hint of fragrance as soft as a petal. At the top of the stairs we caught a glimse of the tall lilacs in lavenders, white and deep plum. The clusters of flowers were so big they looked like grapes hanging from the branches. The scent was so inviting you just had to bury your nose in the lush blossoms. We happened across an old gent up the hill painting lilacs on canvas that looked were so real you could touch them. I remarked on the lovely fragrance and he only replied that all he smelled was terpintine.
Every tree was stately and tagged with the official species name as well as the common name. The bark on the cork tree drove deep into crevices. Vines clung to the tall oaks winding in beauty.
The dogwoods were in bloom in trees two stories tall. What beauty for the eye to behold.